He's alone
Until I come along.
The rain hits the black
Pavement
His eys are shard of emrald
Glass exploding into tiny
Fragments
I feel them cut me open
And blood is flowing from my
Heart
I try to remove the glass with my hand,
It's lodged in my sallow skin, flowing
Crimson.
I fall backwards on wet concrete,
I see only his face, tears flowing from orbs of
Green.

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