At the Bridge
I met a girl at the bridge.
A white damsel in her ridge.
She said a word but I didn’t mind.
Could be someone that’s so hard to find.
She cried a sudden in a corner.
Am I with someone who takes an order?
Walked in to her and gave my hand.
Hugged me tightly like I’ m her real man.
Mumbled things on my chest.
Felt her body like she wanted to rest.
I started to look at her face…
Deathly shock when I saw her pace.
Got goose bumps when I just screamed.
Squeezed a girl who was then trimmed.
She killed herself a year before.
Just saw a ghost like never before.
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