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Aug 2010
Begging he falls to her gun,
He ran so long but now he's rung,
She creeps up their bone flower,
But he died in this burning tower,

Her eyes break through dam cement,
Metal gowns the skeletal present,
This kiss will drop the brazier,
Third degree suits together they peel,

He felt reaction to pins,
She cried during the operation,
He'll spin her to the ground,
She screams when she's straight anyhow.

The boy who ran to the subway,
He left his girl at their wake that day,
Take care till the day she leaves,
The last Fall leaf is gone in the Spring.
Written by
Ryan Patrick Walsh
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