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Abigail is words, whispered in the dead of night Abigail is pearls, so meticulously shined Abigail is wind, personal yet public Abigail is din, a beautiful ruckus Bigail is books, every breath is a story Bigail is gems, rich in her glory Bigail is breeze, a soothing chill Bigail is ease, with a bit of thrill Igail is water, playful but cold Igail is stormy, brewing and bold Igail is calm, willing to wait Igail is balm, soothing this place Gail is half, fading quickly Gail is worn, fragile and sickly Gail is Earth, loving and warm Gail is mirth, behind her thorns Ail is sweet, and yet so sour Ail is blood, of the hearts she devours Ail is tears, as she turns to leave Ail is fears, that she can't retrieve Il is less, than sweet Abigail Il is more, for she left a trail Il is mad, raving lunatic Il is bad, coughing and sick L is tired, ready to go L is crying, way down below L is left, hanging by a thread L is befret, the words she said * * is nothing There's nothing left of Abigail No words left to whisper Gone without a trail.
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Oct 1, 2013
Oct 1, 2013 at 8:50 PM UTC
Abigail
Abigail is words, whispered in the dead of night Abigail is pearls, so meticulously shined Abigail is wind, personal yet public Abigail is din, a beautiful ruckus Bigail is books, every breath is a story Bigail is gems, rich in her glory Bigail is breeze, a soothing chill Bigail is ease, with a bit of thrill Igail is water, playful but cold Igail is stormy, brewing and bold Igail is calm, willing to wait Igail is balm, soothing this place Gail is half, fading quickly Gail is worn, fragile and sickly Gail is Earth, loving and warm Gail is mirth, behind her thorns Ail is sweet, and yet so sour Ail is blood, of the hearts she devours Ail is tears, as she turns to leave Ail is fears, that she can't retrieve Il is less, than sweet Abigail Il is more, for she left a trail Il is mad, raving lunatic Il is bad, coughing and sick L is tired, ready to go L is crying, way down below L is left, hanging by a thread L is befret, the words she said * * is nothing There's nothing left of Abigail No words left to whisper Gone without a trail.
There are three ways to read this poem: 1. Read as written 2. Read only the phrases before the commas and the last stanza 3. Read only the phrases after the commas and the last stanza Enjoy    -Chaus https://twitter.com/ChausVocamini
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Oct 1, 2013
Oct 1, 2013 at 8:50 PM UTC
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