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Tristesa

by AlfredDBeetham

I begin to sweat, I hear nothing, I begin to up the pace, I see you, Panting I run to you, As I begin to hear the sound of sirens, I fall down to hold you, I call your name in hope of a response, I hear nothing, Your eyes closed, Your skin cold, A tear falls from my cheek into an abyss of nothingness, And in a way I do too, I’ll see you again one day.
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