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Jun 2013
I asked him
"why the long face?"
he told me
he needs saving
I didn't understand
what he meant
until I got that dreaded call;
1am he is in pain
I told him I'd be there soon
but I didn't make it
he lay there
******
lifeless
drowning
in his own blood
with a blade and a note
on the side
that read
"you were too late"
Millie Caulfield
Written by
Millie Caulfield  London
(London)   
546
     Lior Gavra, DieingEmbers, --- and AJ
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