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Smiling Through Her Death
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June 2004 Poetry Her grin grows,
with each drip drop of blood,
that hits the floor.
She wanted to live so badly,
and go on,
but she just couldn't take anymore.
So she bleeds.
She lays down to die,
she lays down to cry,
and she bleeds.
No amount of tears,
can wash away her lies.
The end has finally come,
it's time to go.
this she knows.
But as she slips away,
and death grows nearer,
her smile only grows.
~*~ Jill ~*~
