They'd all met her.
They all knew her.

They met her at nightclubs,
and stopped caring about how shit the music sounded
They met her on their holidays ,
and tasted her before the alcohol wore off
They met her at festivals,
where she'd creep into their tents before the main stage lit up

I wonder maybe one day will we be friends
Instead of resenting each other
because she's killed a man
more than once or twice

Emma Henderson Mar 2015
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