Apr. 1st, 2011

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A canopy of broken dreams
above one small girl's dying screams
her heart is gone, her soul a fire
lighting the way to her funeral pyre.
Now the Reaper laughs at her end
a shattered heart too gone to mend
her eyes are clear as panes of glass
this written poem is her last.

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