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Gone
Location
"Gone"
And she come to class
Her head hung low
Her limbs like toothpicks
Her hair like straw
Her hidden face
A ghost
She sits in the back
Proceeding to daydream
As the teacher
Lectures useless algebra
Her body
Or what was left of it
Stays perched in the desk
But her soul travels
Somewhere else
Perhaps somewhere
That could nourish her
Give warmth
Shield her from the pain
Or so I hoped
I wanted to help
To fix her
To save her from her self
But she was already
Too gone