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Marissa Mendeev
So where do I sit today-
In heaven above?
Or in suffocation on the Hill?
On the Hill- they buried me
I lived in a town where everyone
painted perfection-
Painted perfection despite the utter chaos of divulging mouths- the tongues that killed many
This town stripped me of my riches
For I was no lover or fighter
Or hurter or deceiver But Ah! A simple soul
I wandered where the Milky Way
danced through the clouds I stood atop the breathtaking Hill
A peaceful, albeit ending I did not foresee my death
For it t'was a shock to me
I did not conceive a life
But lived as though I did
A stone with no name,
covered in moss
I lie atop the Hill That consumed me from
the start
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