Death

I miss you

easypoem @ www.aipoem.com
March 14, 2016

The poor girl leaked life, as the rope was thrust upon her chest,
Shadows hanging and heads watched, as faces twisted into ugly shapes,
A call from a crow, as the bones rotted here,
Yet the soul was struck, and destroyed like yapes.

--- easypoem ---





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