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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required NORA Carefree-spirited, wild at heart she sped down the steep streets of San Fransisco Racing heart torn to pieces pounding from her chest, even after a bottle of Cisco Wiping copious tears, but the dam burst, the outpouring she won’t control Deep was their love, despair had broken her and stolen her spirited-soul No stopping the storms of thoughts, she cries out to the sky, we were a pair The night you didn’t see her, but she saw you with her, was too much to bear Off to her lover’s concert gig that night at the club, numb to the world No need for a ticket stub, she’s cool, Nora is the guy in the band’s girl She parks her motorcycle and removes something from the saddle bag In a hurry to carry out her goal, tonight is the night, there’s no time to lag Distraught, destroyed, defeated, and numb she strolls on through a crowd Pushes her way to the stage, edging closer in front of him, the music is loud Left hand reaches into jacket pocket, she places gun to head My beautiful cousin, at only nineteen she fell to the floor dead At my age it was so painful, I kept it inside, nowhere to run, hiding my strife I didn’t want to burden my mother over a broken heart, so I took my own life. They took a leisurely stroll amidst the gardens of the Ferndale Park Nora’s auburn braided hair resembled the clustering of cedar tree bark. With their smooth silky lustering texture, flickering golden highlights. As sunlight filtered through the branches, twigs and leaves, it ignites. Aunt Olivia and Nora walked away hand in hand up the busy dirt trail. It’s not the last time I’d see Nora, but this memory makes me wail.
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