One year ago right now,
Their hearts were still beating,
Their lungs, still breathing.
But one year ago today,
Two precious lives were taken away.
Midnight, September Seventeenth.
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Poetry of Me
PoetryThis is a continuation of Poured Out on Paper. Filled with happiness, love, anger, and lust, here's to another poetry book, and to a whole new adventure... (:
