Emma
Electricity and passion,
Dripped from her lips,
Each time she would sing,
With a slow rhythm at her hips.
Her eyes shone bright, and
They held what most didn’t;
A hunger for living, because
She was not finished.
Her laugh filled our hearts,
her smile brought peace.
She was an angel from God,
To guide us along.
In this wicked world,
She kept us strong.
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