October 19, 2011
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her breath had fallen cold
her story left untold
communicating with dreams to those with beating hearts
a night mare comes as they wake with a start
shes telling the story that tore her world apart
but only a dream it seems to be
the girl is no longer a reality
her whisper, a cold wind
her body a simple shadow in the night
deaf ears unable to hear her cries
she was only real when she was alive
her laughter dead and cold
she haunts you till her story is told

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