Sleuth

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    Sleuth

    Crimson trickles drop to the ground, and still she doesn't make a sound.

    Her damaged heart caused this all

    You all are reasons for her fall.

    Take away and never give thats all you ever did.

    Slit, slit, drip, drip the pain is morphine in her mind

    She no longer cares what she leaves behind.



    Pale and lifeless is she now.

    You heard her only seconds before that fragile body fell.

    Did you stop to talk to a friend?

    Bet you didn't know her life would end.

    Sometimes silence is the strongest clue.

    Too bad you didn't become the sleuth.

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    Poetry is what is lost in translation.

    Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

    ChaoticStorm’s Poems (23)

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    Shit Faced 5
    Not Looking Back 1
    To Tell the Truth 0
    Pain 0
    Gone 0
    Gone 1
    Dead 0
    Shade of Black 1
    With All Your Honesty 2
    Metalic Suicide 0
    Promise 1
    I Hate You 1
    Sleuth 0
    Frozen 1
    Guilty 2
    I'm not sorry 0
    Sorrowful 1
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    Her. 1
    Chaotic Storm 0
    Words of Truth. 0