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The Rope is Taut.

Poetry By: rigadoo

This is about the girl forgotten. She was invisible, until her end.

Submitted:Feb 14, 2013    Reads: 22    Comments: 0    Likes: 1   

The girl is dead,

The rope is taut.

And on the end,

The girl they forgot.

Oh what a tragedy,

They all say.

For this is no longer,

Child's play.

Death is cold and unforgiving,

But even the dead,

Pity the living.


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