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the sudden death of a love. written when i realised what robert frost meant when he wrote 'out-'

The sound of the shot was loud

The birds startled from the rafters.

The life blood filtered out.

No trace of casing left.

No sign of the beloved.

But she smiles at the children.

They're playing in the street

As young Eros bleeds her last.

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The sound of the shot was loud
The birds startled from the rafters.

I liked these words here, I can feel the emotion rip through.
Very well written.