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First, she came to me in a dream.
Then, I started seen her around.
Is she a ghost?
She left me.
Disappeared.
Was she really dead?
I saw her go,
Before I went
After the one who took her away.
He died!
Not by my hands;
By a street car
He didn't see coming.
I was naked,
And they stared at me,
Not at the crushed murderer!
I didn't care,
I had to go back
And see her body limp,
With no life
In her.
When I arrived,
She wasn't there,
Only her blood!
What's going on?
Why did I leave?
Those questions never ceased.
And now I see her.
What to believe?
© LD Nascimento
Then, I started seen her around.
Is she a ghost?
She left me.
Disappeared.
Was she really dead?
I saw her go,
Before I went
After the one who took her away.
He died!
Not by my hands;
By a street car
He didn't see coming.
I was naked,
And they stared at me,
Not at the crushed murderer!
I didn't care,
I had to go back
And see her body limp,
With no life
In her.
When I arrived,
She wasn't there,
Only her blood!
What's going on?
Why did I leave?
Those questions never ceased.
And now I see her.
What to believe?
© LD Nascimento
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