i saw it all happen. they did not admit.
she collapsed to the ground, the moment she hit.
the car drove away, and it was too late.
she took her last breath, no life was at stake.
i went to her funeral, to comfort her soul.
but she did not want to go down in that hole.
i went to her grave and i heard her crying.
my sister was killed, but i'm the one dying.
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untitled poems
Поэзияthese are my untitled poems. i write when boredom strikes. they vary by my mood, and they may have different lines & stanzas than the next. they may rhyme. they may not. i don't capitalize my letters.
