Last bye
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April Walker, Grade 10
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Poetry
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2005
I hasten not to temptation
You the diamond in Gods creation
Raven Black is thy’s hair
To match your complexion pale & fair
Smiling Lips of bloody red
As thee push back the bangs across thy’s forehead
Like cinnamon thy smell
Dragging me into thy’s hell
Creamy is thy feel & taste
This must be a dream so let us make haste
Together we lay high above the cars
Just you & me beneath the stars
I hasten back to your side
But the blood flows free & wide
You’ve gone I can tell
Nothing left but your empty shell