EVERMORE POEM 115

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Walking down the narrow street as she moved slowly,

Thinking about the girl she use to be,

The one that was carefree,

She loved without a cause,

She smiled without a reason,

That sunshine she was had,

Is now dead,

The sky darkened,

Bloody flower petals on the ground as she walked,

She saw her,

The girl she once was,

Hanging off a cliff,

She run to save her,

She grabbed on to her hands tightly,

As she slipped,

Her eyes were empty,

She died that day,

The day he came,

The day she vanished evermore.

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