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Disappear
One small tear slides down her face
To disappear without a trace
One day there
The next day gone
The will to keep strong
Is almost gone
Walking under the moonlit sky
Step by step the miles go by
Not knowing where she's going
Not knowing where she'll end up
Every cord she pulls now
Is just chance or luck
Footsteps that fade
Not to be heard again
Loneliness is her forever friend
As she lies in a field
Green grass all around
Sweet moonlight surrounds her
In this burial ground
Closing her eyes
She takes her last breath
Like a silent whisper
It escapes from her lips
-Tanya Petkau
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