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Miss Nora Blume

She left her bag back at the station

she thought she’d carry on

and the whistle sounded as a watchman found it

he looked but she was gone

 

“Call for a Miss. Blume, I repeat Miss. Nora Blume

your bag’s at lost & found”

 

12 hours after a search had gathered

her family standing by

and the whistle sounded as the troops were rounded

up to contemplate the whys

 

“Ahh, Sherif, you may wanna have a look at this,

could be blood from the girl we just may have missed”

 

She left her bag back at the station

with a letter she had drawn

and the whistle sounded as a watchman found it

he looked but she was gone

 

“Dear Mother I am leaving, don’t expect me to return

I’ll love you always this is not a phase but a lesson never learned”

 

12 hours after a search had gathered

her family standing by

and the whistle sounded as the troops were rounded

up before the case went dry

 

“Ah, Sherif, you may wanna share this, it’s a note from Nora Blume,

her Mother needs to know that a suicide’s assumed”

 

 

She left her bag back at the station

where they came ‘cross a syringe

just one of many in a package

tangled in her wallets fringe

 

“I saw no need for luggage as I’ve carried more in wait

there’s a final wrath along my path that’s leading to my fate”

 

12 hours after a search had gathered

a blood trail lastly explored

and the whistle sounded as the troops dumbfounded

covered up her corpse

 

“Don’t cry for me, ask Daddy then you’ll know the reason why,

just put us in the same plot embracing on our sides”

 

She left her bag back at the station

she thought she’d carry on

and the whistle sounded as the two were grounded

down six feet moving on...

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shadow-rai
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Published
Jul 11, 2010
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