Methyl Blue

By Pranav Prakash

Blue, Really Blue

The Night You Died

By Unknown

We Hold Eachother
For The Longest Time
And Let The Moonlight
Shine Down On Us

And Blood Runs Down
From Your Mouth
And You Stare Coldlessly
Into The Night Sky

The Bitter Cold Wind
Thrashes Against Us
And The Tears Come
And The Blood Runs

I Hold You.
I Hug You.
I Miss You.

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