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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    If I feel physically as if the top of my head were taken off, I know that is poetry.

    Emily Dickinson (1830-1886) American poet.

    ChaoticStorm’s Poems (23)

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