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Lost Girl
The young round the table,
laughing unhindered,
She is so happy
drinking her fill,
Too many pills and
she hits the floor,
Young all now standing,
laughing no more,
For centuries now
she sits alone,
She doesn’t know how,
But the laughter is gone,
There’s a constant chill,
The air is too still,
Sits in confusion,
Drinking her fill,
laughing unhindered,
She is so happy
drinking her fill,
Too many pills and
she hits the floor,
Young all now standing,
laughing no more,
For centuries now
she sits alone,
She doesn’t know how,
But the laughter is gone,
There’s a constant chill,
The air is too still,
Sits in confusion,
Drinking her fill,
Published 26th Nov 2012
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26th Nov 2012 9:34pm
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