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The second poem I ever wrote |
| I walk down the street With the cars rushing past I had no idea A life could end so fast With hardly a notice Or even a care She lay on her floor Her lifeless body bare There was no sign of struggle Because she didn't know They lay there and he said "I love you" And then he called her "ho" He took a knife from his pocket And stabbed her to the bone He stabbed her more and then he left To let her die alone |