She, She, She

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She had

curly brown hair.


She had

a dream.


She was 

beautiful.


She had 

a long name.


She was

my life.


She needled me

like a knife– maybe sharper


She had

occupied my days, just for a little while.


She had

a cold heart–

she was a cold hearted slayer.


She was 

my role model.


She was

my little seed of hope.


She had

left me.


And I,

was done.


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