She lined her house with matches
Striking all of them but one
She stood amongst the flames
Staring down the barrel of a gun
She heard the marching elephants
Parading through the door
But when they looked into the room
The little girl was no more
They searched and searched
For her remains
But all they found
No one could name
For the little girl at last had gone
Into the sea and beyond the waves
Her heart was light
Her soul no longer caved
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An Ode to the Soul
PoetryA collection of poetry that may or may not be an accurate representation of my soul.
