At The Bridge

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I met a girl at the bridge.

A white damsel in her ridge.

She said a word but I didn’t mind.

Could be someone that’s so hard to find.

She cried a sudden in a corner.

Am I with someone who takes an order?

Walked in to her and gave my hand.

Hugged me tightly like I’ m her real man.

Mumbled things on my chest.

Felt her body like she wanted to rest.

I started to look at her face…

Deathly shock when I saw her pace.

                                                                                                               

Got goose bumps when I just screamed.

Squeezed a girl who was then trimmed.

She killed herself a year before.

Just saw a ghost like never before.

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