St. Petersburg

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A boy
meets a girl
in St. Petersburg.
Their hearts churn,
butterflies a-flutter.
They swing their feet
and dip their toes
in love that shall never grow.

The boy must leave
and catch a bus.
In his pocket a pebble
from the evening
and euros hundred.
He fumbles for his keys

but over the eyes
a darkness screens.
The keys canโ€™t be lost,
or they will have his head.

Not long after,
at the back of the bus,
he is found
lying limp.
dead.

They found
in his pocket
a note.
Dasvidaniya,
she wrote.

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