If you can't do the time...
One for each crime,
But crime doesn't rhyme.
Hatred, guilt, lust
None that you can see
A poisoned apple on a dying tree.
In one sharp second,
Where were you?
No footprints in the sand,
No ripples in the sea,
When I died inside, you abandoned me.
And hour, an minute
A split, shattered second.
I hope for one more day,
Tomorrow I will rest,
Tomorrow is always best.
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