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I witnessed it, watched you fall to your knees. Beautiful and charming, your end brought about A new kind of night in which The stars shine brighter (for you, my dear) And the moon is more full, illuminating your path, once taken, Now empty of travelers. But the things you accomplished in your Quiet violence don't matter, you are gone. But what matters when, in your final descent, I watched a small child wish upon you And your mark across the sky?
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Mar 17, 2015
Mar 17, 2015 at 9:55 PM UTC
justcaleigh
You tripped.
I witnessed it, watched you fall to your knees. Beautiful and charming, your end brought about A new kind of night in which The stars shine brighter (for you, my dear) And the moon is more full, illuminating your path, once taken, Now empty of travelers. But the things you accomplished in your Quiet violence don't matter, you are gone. But what matters when, in your final descent, I watched a small child wish upon you And your mark across the sky?
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