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Aug 2018
he shot her and left her to die,

her blood the color of summer's roses

dripping down the ***** cement


no one wondered what the last thing

that ran through her mind was


they all could tell by the way she cried out

"the least he could have done was **** me quick."


she learned that day that

a lover dies a thousand times

the hardest possible way
halle
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