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Three for Fate

Poetry By: American Roulette


Submitted:Apr 22, 2012    Reads: 6    Comments: 1    Likes: 0   

I've got three,

my friend,

my blood,

my enemy,

they hold my fate in their hands,

it could take only three,

to end my life.

I burnt all the papers to ashes along the dirt road,

my hands shook as the flames ate my secrets alive,

It always to late to turn the car around,

A handsome man with no love to give,

even if he had the power.

I've spent my life hanging from this rope,

It frayed and snapped,

I fell on you,

and now you will remember me,

for the rest of your life,

as the man who brought you down.


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