The Last Words

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"Umm yes Detective Frank read it out loud," the fellow with the badge stated, and so he started.

-It's Feb. 14th 2002,

"Because you came to me with sweet compassion

And kissed my furrowed brow and smoothed my hair,

I do not love you after any fashion,

But wildly, in despair,"

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It was early February, 2002; the streets were painted red and white,

-While all others rejoiced, I feared my wife's life would soon take flight,

I should be happy,

Happy that I had her for forty years and some,

But I am sad,

No one else cared.

That may have been my fault though,

To be foreign from our family, friends,

A decision I would now live to regret,

I gambled and lost...

Now my wife is dying

And I'm drowning in debt.

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"Because you came to me in my black torment

And kissed me fiercely, blazing like the sun

Upon parched desert dunes, till in dawn's foment

They melt, I am undone."

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The days went by and I watched her life deteriorate,

I heard her soul crying for me,

But I couldn't give her myself; I'm the one that caused this,

I take responsibility.

Maybe you're confused, so I'll take you back in time.

- It was year 1979,

And the streets were dancing with excitement,

From men trying to create strange aphrodisiacs,

To women dancing and buying shining disco tops,

Molly and I weren't like that.

We were intoxicated with this young love, yes,

But chocolate and flowers were languages we knew none of,

That was when it all it began;

The day that I found out she had cheated with my brother,

I loved my Molly, so I forgave her;