The day it ended
we took a wrong turn
Headed down the wrong street
He said 'Stay close.
Take my hand.'
I was trying to be brave
not noticing the black SUV
It blended into the sky
didn't make a sound
They rolled windowdown
let the bullets fly
He fell first
then so did I
We lay there motionless
and then.
We died.
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