Left Alone

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The room is small.

The room is blank.

All is dark.

As we escape fate.

The ropes are hung.

The bodies swung.

We arrive to late.

She hangs there dead.

No tears are shed.

Because she was all alone.

No one heard her cry.

They only watched her die.

They watched he hang.

All alone.

But no one heard.

They never listened.

Until she was dead.

And her body glistened.

Blood runs down.

Shines in the sun.

She's all alone.

She has no one.

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