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Hang on, she is still hovering.
She was caught flying somewhere over the horizon.
You would have, could have, should have rescued her,
but didn't and now she exists only in the further and in the farthest.
Reaches, she does, from the darkest spaces, over an empty grave,
lifting up her finger.
It points to the weapon you used,
to take her life, and break her heart.
With words that filled her soul with broken promises,
and empty sentences
that never meant a thing to you or anyone else.
But forget her, you will.
And move on,
only to spill the blood of another.