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Aug 2013
Like a thief you stole,
Foolishly, I didn't desire it back.
Your vivacious colors, red clashed,
With my ugly deformed black.
One swift autumn night,
All was calm and placid,
Simple combination, changes
from solid matter to acid.

We fell to the ground, you see,
Crashing violently to the earth.
Not beautifully shooting stars,
But black hole, from its birth.
After all these lonely seasons,
I laid love six feet silently,
I judged, incarcerated,
When the criminal was me.
Written by
Jacqueline McKenzie
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