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Oct 2020
And the flies tickle my skin
As the last glimmer of hope
Drops from a stationary eyelid

She is dead.
She is dead?
She is dead!

No one to save her
Not now
When it matters
She is dead...

Take them with you,
The parts of her
That you loved
Written by
Cydney Something  32/F/Portland, OR
(32/F/Portland, OR)   
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