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by vampirelover101

  • Poetry
  • Realistic · Dramatic

Published March 27, 2012

In poetry

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Salty streams of sorrow flow. 
Over a cheek as white as snow.
Eyes of happiness now filled with sad.
Looking down at her lifeless dad.
Bending down for one final kiss.
She knew that he will be missed.
Slipping the lid over his face.
She knew he is going to a better place.
She smiled and walked away alone. 
Because she knew he finally reached home. 
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