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she walks down the sidewalk,

hand in hand,

with him.

she loves his crisp, oceanic blue eyes.

she loves his muscular, husky arms.

she loves his fresh, minty breath when his lips touch hers.

she walks down the sidewalk,

hand in hand,

with him.

she does not want to lose him.

she does not want to lose his long-lasting loyalty.

she cannot lose him.

they're crossing the street,

she loves him.

a truck is coming,

she wants him.

the vehicle hits her precious love.

she lost him.

forever.

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