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Mar 2019
My blood ran red somewhere unknown to police
Found, washed, bruised, divided at my waist, face-up, dead
Left in a lot to be found, to fill them with dread
I never lived long, so I'm a Murderer's eyepiece
I caused people to argue, caused a breach of peace
Oh, how much fear caused to be so long dead
Oh, the angels probably sang while I bled
The press tried to tell my story, to release
I would tell you exactly what happened
But the Unknown only knows now
I could speak up if I wasn't dead right now
If I could I would shun my killer somehow
I would be in a court taking a vow
My death, my death, I'll revenge,somehow
this a poem I had to write it for school
It is on the Black Delilah ******
Tabitha Lee
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Tabitha Lee  18/Gender Fluid/Nowhere but everywhere
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