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Her lips were blue and purple

Her skin an ashen gray

Her hands were cold and still

Her life force long drawn away

But as she lay there in her coffin

It was obvious it was now home

Finally, a quiet place

to decompose and turn to bone

She was only known as

“that dead girl.”

The one found by the road

everyone cried for her

wondering how she could be alone

in this world of many people

and faces and goals and dreams

how could she be left beside the road

to begin to rot at her seams?

Her lips were blue and purple

Her skin an ashen gray

she touched the lives of many

when she was found alone that cold Christmas day

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