The run down, gun down

Boy:
all the air goes dry,
and memory fills the eye.
remember the night i died.

footsteps back and poised to attack
with razor blade envy,
aproach from the black

a gust of thrust must bust the crust
like eggshell might, stood up all night
but crumbled all to dust

remember how coi you seemed to the boy
when he steps few feet back
and takes you for joy

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Girl:
this is the time
when no one would wine
or dine by the shore.
so i begged them for more.
said my ego was sore,
but now i adore, how you feel so fine.

remember this
as remembered blis
and put roses on graves
for days and days and days.

this is the day i died,
sea-shells by my side
insisted we confide
in moonlight by the tide.