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Sadie Wilke Poem
"If anything were to ever happen,"
whispered a girl with heavy eyes and lips,
"remember to set your alarm for six,
you have a bad habit of sleeping in."
She sighed as the sky began to blacken
and sniffled in sync with the faucet drip.
"If everything falls and your smile slips,
we will dance to your broken violin."
Before she knew it, anything happened.
She tried to scream, "please do not take me there."
But it slowly faded out of her view.
"If I had my way, I would've been there and
your violin would have played everywhere,
reminding the world how much I love you."
Copyright © Sadie Wilke | Year Posted 2021
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