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My Baby's Gone
Her eyes, green emerald gems gleam with tears reflecting loss and pain, tell a silent story, stored within the empty caverns of her mind. Hair, of auburn curls flowing freely. Her angelic, pale face hiding the tragic scars of yesterday's forever embrace. Only fragments of intelligence rules her mind, left scorched by losses only love could bring. Her mind repeating, my only baby, my dear sweet child, rests eternally in peace. Dresses of imported labels and fabrics dwell in her wardrobe unscathed by wear and tear.  Favoring T shirts, tank tops, and bare feet her typical atire. Some describe her as eloquently eccentric.  She's stricken with an attitude of not giving a damn,  the glamour of living lost somewhere in between life and death. Her voice softly screeches like fingernails lightly raking a chalkboard. Still, she insists on singing. With guitar in hand strumming, she's riveted to singing the blues, trying to weep the pain away. ...My Baby's gone...
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