The feel of the cold concrete The reason why, left lingering inside of her Her heart was pounding Her hands suddenly became clammy and warm Something was going to happen In seconds, something lashed out She was in pain And suddenly-It went dark In a blink of an eye, she was history. The tale is that she is still roaming around the graveyard, leaving bits of glass so that the spirit takes more people. Erased, lifeless, non-existent, asleep for eternity
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