They walk
They laugh
Having a good time
He drives
He’s mad
Thinking more devious than Saitan himself
He sees
He shoots
Then speeds off
She collapses to the ground
Losing her life in every excruciating second
She’s gone, dead
A solitary tear drops
Onto the wound of her lost best friend
She runs
Trying to avoid her place in death
She wont look back
Because her cherished friend is gone.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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