by Ms Keneshie

she lived
she loved
she debated
she hated
and she grieved
she cried
she lied
she spied
she despised
and the web she weaved 
she derived
she was scared
she always dared
she never cared
but then cared too much
she is alive
she is dead
so we celebrate that she did
and we debate because she hid
but what will they celebrate about she
these night thieves
who breathe around her patch
of grass and ground
what will they celebrate
about she

She by Ms Keneshie

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