** Her hair dyed black, styled in disarray,
Her wonderful, piercing eyes, they lit up the day,
Her luscious lips, so smooth and soft,
Her smothering scent, it'd make you cough,
Her milky, cool skin, the object of lust,
She could have had anything, yet she felt she must,
She drank her booze, and popped her last pills,
Went to the second floor and lunged out the window sill,
She couldn't take it, she'd had her fill,
Now she lies, perfectly still,
Her family's emotions are grieving and ill,
They can do nothing, they can't bring her back,
She's gone for good, this a fact,
They never got to say goodbye,
All the loose ends, they need to be tied,
She is with them, though in spirit form,
All now is peaceful, she’ll endure no more storms.

 
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