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Too Late

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"

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millie-caulfield
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Jun 21, 2013
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