pov: cherry, directed to dallas
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pony wrote the images into my mind
of when you died
crumpled
under the street light
the soft
street light
softer than you could ever be
pony told me how you grinned
your grin
only your grin
when you died
fell
and were lifted up
by the men who shot you
the men you hated
...some of the men you hated
there's probably a list of people you hate
longer then the time i've spent crying
over you before i fall
asleep
shaking
trying to imagine
what pony couldn't know
what you thought
when the bullets hit your skin
shook you
worse than i am shaking now
than i shake at night
wondering where you are right now
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pony wrote the images into my mind
of when you died
crumpled
under the street light
the soft
street light
softer than you could ever be
pony told me how you grinned
your grin
only your grin
when you died
fell
and were lifted up
by the men who shot you
the men you hated
...some of the men you hated
there's probably a list of people you hate
longer then the time i've spent crying
over you before i fall
asleep
shaking
trying to imagine
what pony couldn't know
what you thought
when the bullets hit your skin
shook you
worse than i am shaking now
than i shake at night
wondering where you are right now
