Running, tumbling, falling down. Three feet of snow covered the ground. Her face as pale as the falling snow. Her crimson blood began to flow... You pretended not to comprehend, What was going on. Acting as if you had simply found her there. Like you were not the cause of the blood-soaked dawn... "What has happened here?" Was the question you asked the crowd. "Does anyone here know this Lady?" As you blended, like a dove among the clouds. I ask of you now, do they not think it suspicious? You..... the first to attempt a rescue. You sighed with relief as her blood... it turned cold. Not one of them will think to suspect you......
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just a little story i am writing.... this poems sums it up...
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