Voices fade

Blade of grass

deserted Answers

Right truth

She tipped her hat to me oh

I spoke Hello Mrs. Misery

Firey glance back at me her lips

opened Excuse me? It is Ms. Destiny.

Left it at that equations in my mind

had some persuasion. Turned to wave

and my friend she had wed now Mrs. Mystery

I focused a little strain in my sight.

She was already dead lowered ingraved

on her stone was the number from

her phone next to that it said

“Call me if you have any answers

you would like to leave. If I don’t

pick up well I am probably deceased.”

Oh God save the diseased.

Cold and weary.

Mr. Mystery was

always kind of

Eerie.

I walked past her stone on my

way home, slowed my glide bent downn

and picked a blade of grass.

Listening closely to the wind like

it was my only friend. Just

another choice made I heard a

soul cry. Voices fade…

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