12am
glares red at my face.
The rain drops race.
Happy place. Happy place.
No more tricks up my sleeve. No cards. No Ace.
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a year gone by.
All I can hear? Cry, cry.
I understand. You don't. Lie. Lie.
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Everyone heard. They knew.
People guess who.
They don't have a clue.
They have no clue.
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Nothing to see.
No red.
Just dead.
Goodbyes.
My eyes.
Close.
