The one I miss the most
The one I miss the most,
You have never seen,
To the parasite she was the host,
Her death was obscene,
I will never understand,
Why they chose her to die,
Her body laid atop the land,
Forever she is mine,
The anger and rage,
I feel toward them,
Trapped inside this compressed cage,
The hopeless scene is grim,
The one I miss the most,
Now I must let go,
She will forever be a ghost,
Floating in the snow,
She will find her way,
And I will be there to guide her,
On that fateful day,
When I die and it all becomes a blur.
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