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what do you think of this poem??
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Rummaging through her things,
contemplating on what to take,
and what to leave behind.
A gun shot sounds through the black night,
such a loud, piercing sound.
Just the right thing to make her crack.
Falls hard onto the floor,
scooting herself into the corner,
the only source of peace.
Cradling her head in her knees,
her body starts to shake.
Quivering uncontrollably,
a water substance leaks,
from her mystic gray-blue eyes,
bathing her cheeks in tears.
Pushing her dark, course hair away,
she begins to search for it.
Almost becoming desperate,
finally, she finds it.
She feels the sharp edges over,
she found her own blade.
Setting it to her dry throat,
taking in her last breath,
and within a quick jerk of her arm,
she falls dead to the floor.
Corpse left to be only found,
to let her father know,
that he was just way too late,
that he should never had left,
that he should have been responsible,
that he should have just loved her.
2007-05-26
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