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[bodytext] => she sat at his side as the sun set east wasnt forever but love at least she looked at him from a glance he tasted the air thin and crisp her hand moved up from hand to pants his words came soft in a wisp and they kissed it seemed faraway but only a street away he heard them through thick a thin but not word was mad of what they seemed to say and all at once it lived the street a fray the first punch met his cheek and he was curbed was it what he wore by the creek the kiss disturbed? the second dive to his chest and a scream broke the dim the crack broke despite his best i knife was drawn and driven she ran but pinned blood leaked out the living' hands covered thinned she weeped as he could only smile there was silence for a while as a shin swiped her pretty face with a kiss from a bottle of mace he crawled by the waters edge but a boot took to the skull met the ledge it stopped and froze and the boys began to run facing down the sun she awoke bled and dazed to a scene blared and hazed pain in plenty stricken ed she sore the stain and was sickened the court seemed pink and grey similar to the set of that day they claimed it was done in cold blood was on her mind and on there hands guilty was the sentence it came weak like pence mothers cried but not for sons but for the streets under sky less suns [comments] => 1 [counter] => 98 [topic] => 13 [informant] => fortunesdancer [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 0 [associated] => [topicname] => DarkPoetry )
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