Gone
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Category : Poems
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Left alone in the alley she stands clutching her jacket,
Its a cool breezy night,
She listens to the racket.
She hears the screams,
The whispers of despair,
Floating through the wind,
Brushing through her hair.
She sings with the trees,
Swaying with the leaves,
Doesn't even care,
If anyone sees.
Who she is,
In the alley at night,
Come into the dark with her,
She'll give you such a fright.
No one dares to ask,
What she has done,
For the ones that do,
Are already gone.
