I watched her.
She sat there, in the middle of a bustling street. She remained frozen with not a single care to the world. She became the constant in an ever-changing setting.
Despite her illuminating the rhythm, she disappeared the more that she stayed unmoved.
I watched her die.
(d.r.)
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Black & Poisonous
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