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To those unfortunate we leave to bleed,
to those of high worth we awe.
Golden oil, drip the streets,
today’s fumes of society,
we breathe.

Pools of red,
like velvet ribbon.
The urge to drink, to surrender to the scent,

A phone call…
Short terrifying silences,
mutterings and mumbles…

When I said it to you,
It felt like a curse.
Our time together,
Changed my life.

I’m running fast,
It will not last,
And it’s getting hard to breathe.

I slip into a world of sad,
as I feel tears start to pour,
I close my eyes and think of love
as I lay on the ash caked floor.