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TheBlueOne
Poems
Feb 2018
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I ran towards the woods
Hiding wasn’t good
He would find me
It was his specialty
Running quietly behind
I didn’t mind
Mostly amused, I watched
Through the woods she hopscotched
Resting, out of breath
I hoped the consequence wasn’t death
I looked around
He was no where to be found
She stopped
Due to her lungs being robbed
She couldn’t see me
I was behind a tree
I walked cautiously
Thinking I was soon free
I got rid of him
Maybe I’d go to Paris on a whim
She thinks I’m gone
Oh boy, was she wrong
Just a little while longer
My urge getting stronger
Almost at the edge of the forest
I kept heading west
I heard a branch crack
Then stopped in my tracks
I had perfected the art
Of which many victims had taken part
I snuck up to her silently
This is it, finally
I froze
My heartbeat rose
It can’t be..
Why does it have to be me?
I could sense her fear
She spared a single tear
Then I got her, I’m pleased
I could feel the life leave
A woman murdered last night
We don’t know if she put up a fight
Investigators at the site
This kinda thing isn’t right
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