It stung,
Like 1,000 yellow jackets attacking your heart without mercy.
Stone cold, as if I were a statue, I sat there.
Quietly.
Motionless.
Unable to move a single bone in my body.
A tattered banner attempted to sway in the low breeze,
The hum of the street lights filtered through the cars windows,
And though her lips moved, and tears fell,
I heard
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