Gone Girl
Gone Girl
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My confessions went in vain,
Perished dreams made me psychic.
All my themes made a toilet paper poetry.
Beyond time, place and all mortality,
I saw her smiling face for the last time.
Her eyes reflected my face.
At last, they shut; forever.
Mingle with the quiet of her sky.