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I Haki
May 9, 2013
Night skies were as black as his eyes.
All that we lacked were smiles.
We painted our future black and white.
Never thought of a world in color.
Now my ending statement is a story.
Who will dig my grave when you finally let me die?
Romance has died, our world turned to a red assassination.
We were sharp as we were young.
Something fatal that would have killed our very souls.
Now I’ll say goodbye with my lips, which will explode like dynamite.
Say you will run away with me to hell.
© Kriztille J., Briarwood, NY
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