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I saw her sitting there In a small round chair Locks made of gold Just like her soul She looked up at me But surely couldn't see For to all I'm invisible But she was truly incredible A voice like a whisper "Who are you mister?" I flashed a small smile And looked at the child "It matters not who I am My sweet little lamb Your time has run out No need to pout" Slowly she started to stand And reached for my hand She wasn't a weeper Just a girl with the Grim Reaper
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Apr 23, 2016
Apr 23, 2016 at 12:33 PM UTC
Golden Child
I saw her sitting there In a small round chair Locks made of gold Just like her soul She looked up at me But surely couldn't see For to all I'm invisible But she was truly incredible A voice like a whisper "Who are you mister?" I flashed a small smile And looked at the child "It matters not who I am My sweet little lamb Your time has run out No need to pout" Slowly she started to stand And reached for my hand She wasn't a weeper Just a girl with the Grim Reaper
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Apr 23, 2016
Apr 23, 2016 at 12:33 PM UTC
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