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Far But Within
23 May, 2008
Author: TriTran

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Her soul is inside mine, her corpse is not.

Every night words come out of my mouth,
Murmuring her name before I close my eyes.
In my heart, her soul sings love lullabies,
Like a hammock, it swings me to my shut eyes.

Every morning the happy bluebells wake me,
I gaze out of the window and see her shadow sitting.
Her pen yearns to regurgitate a Triolet on the step,
It wiggles and sways like a dangerous Rattle snake…

Promptly, I realize that my friend still cares for me.

------- Author's Notes -------

To a girl I knew, died of suicide.Queeny

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