untitled poem

June 8, 2009
her feet are cold, and so's her heart
she knows the world and she are far apart

she walks between the angels' rule, on the water, in the clouds.
she dips her hand into the sea, but it feels cold
the earth and Me she'll never again see.

she shook the hand and looked in the eyes
the maker of her own demise.
she knows that she soon will find
the reason why good people die

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