A girl
A girl
Bathing in hell
Longed for her hair
I asked her name
Not a sound she made
Not a word she said.
Then I knew the girl was dead
Heaven she didn't made,
Hell her fate.
Then she left my head,
(She left my dream) ,
She's not my fate.
poem by Efe Benjamin
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