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November 19, 2020
I could write a poem no one could tell was for you.
It would be about that bed.
The color white was anywhere in the room
She was lying down on the bed
Everyone was around her
My mom, my dad, my aunt, uncle...
Everyone was sit around her
Staring at her
The color red was place in they eyes
Seen like if they closed their eye then “it” will take her away
I don’t understand it but I can feel it
Is time for her to go
The color black is on their cloths
It’s very quiet when she left
Not as loud as when she came into this world
© Anonymous
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