Poem #10

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When they left, saying goodbye.
They didn't know it was the last time.
She stretched out an exaggerated smile.
Let it sit there for just a little while.
Quickly, she slammed the door.
And laid down on the bathroom floor.
Taking a last look at the orange bottle of pills.
The cold tiled floor gave her chills.
Finally, she took her last breath.
And fell asleep to her death.

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