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Thinking of those before her, 
she clutched the cold 
barrel to her heart. 
Mumbling an incoherent apology, 
 
She closed her eyes 
and moved the trigger. 
Her limp body hit the ground, 
a soft thud that followed the bang. 
An angry blot spilled from her open heart , 
and victoriously, 
marched, 
across her white dress. 
 
And from the crevice 
of her fading cherry lips 
dangled a red ribbon, 
it caressed the asphalt 
and pooled together in a reflective mass. 
A remnant of her final goodbye.

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