yet again

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the blood on the road

seeping into cement

a hairbow is found lying there

i fall to my knees

behind caution tape

as the peoplenearby stand andstare.

my blood runs through cold

it can't be, its not her

but it is, there she is

in the stretcher out cold

my hands shake .. best friend..

whom i dearly have loved

might never wake up yet again.

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