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Careful, don't slip.

You'll fall down.

Splat, goes the sound.

It was so simple a wish

For you to stand holding my hand against your wrist

To count the stars and let the night slip by

As we stared sky high

Waiting for the dawn to paint it all crimson like the cherries atop a good pie

But then you died.

You were careless.

You didn't fall.

You didn't care, at all.

Why was a dream so foolish?

Now I look down, quite ghoulish.

On the ground - My star, my hope, crushed across from my car

Its my fault, its my mistake

The blame is only mine to take

Yet

They

Say

You

Were

Sick,

But I think you were picked. 

You were obscure, 

Flashed past the rest

A blur.

The jealousy stank like the fresh scent of manure. 

Was it careless?

Was it right?

Down I go, don't hold on tight.

You near me

I hope you hear me

Save me a spot 

For

This

Is

My

Last

Stop.

The End

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