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This is dedicated to a dear friend and her sisterwho now
resides in heavin.



a ring so bright surrounds her head
like a hallow of coulourfull light
she doesnt know she dead
her sister waits maybe someday
for the dear little blonde girl
to decide to stay
her sister
was taken from life
and she can do nothing but miss her
my best friend talks of memories held close
more about the ones loved the most
3 years of joy for a lifetime of pain
talking about playing with toys
and dreams after a long day
but her sister had to go away
so high to the heavins
no matter how much she cried for her 
she just couldnt stay
but instead of being sad
she holds the memories
and instead of being mad
she tells me
shes better up in heavin away from all the pain
but shes still right here in my heart
thats were shell be and always stay.

to kelsey heart. sorry you had to go so soon
Posted: 2007-08-29 02:00:19 UTC

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2007-04-17 02:24:22User
This is kind of depressing but it's also very beautiful..amazing poem..!!!

2008-03-11 20:09:30Dimplegirl
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