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Marker
He took the marker from my hand
And broke it with his
The color ran out and along the curb
And it dripped past the grass
And the flowers
Stealing the color
Sucking the colors away
Eyes wide I watched
And I ran to the trees and I shielded them with shaking hand
And he threw down the marker with his
He made the decision
And he stepped into the color
Trying to keep it away from the trees
And from me
And his color was stolen
He looked at me with white eyes
Only white and he looked at me with white lips
Only white and he looked at me with black lines
Only black
And I fell to my knees and I reached out a hand
He reached out with his
And as I held him in my hands
He died
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go cubs!
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