Goodbye.

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She keeps it inside,
As she says her last goodbye.
Her lips smile,
As she says her rehearsed lies.
But do they see the death in her eyes?
Or hear the threnody for the funeral that lies?
And just like that.
She disappeared.
But to where?
Her dissipated ashes are in the air.
She's gone now.
With no more burdens to bear.

Author's Note 🎲

This is my first poem posting on here so, thanks for reading.
                                       -Faith.

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