Mary-Jane's Death

She walks by the beach,
with the palms swaying softly,
so innocent, so calm
she has no idea whats coming.
I stand by the waterfront, hidden from the world. just feeling the breeze as I watch the waves curl.
The sun begins to set, there's nothing she can do,
the gun's in my hand, her life, soon to be through.
I ask myself,is there another way,
but her fate is set, it's her final day.
Her final glance, her final breath,
that's what led to Mary-Jane's death.

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