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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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Jul 11, 2010
Jul 11, 2010 at 6:41 PM UTC
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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Jul 11, 2010
Jul 11, 2010 at 6:41 PM UTC
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