She is Gone

She's gone and I will not see her.
She is gone.

She was here and she was sweet.
She nurtured my innocence.

I loved her.
As much as anyone loves a saint.

I did not worship her.
I only wish to see her again, and be in her company.

She may have known.

I will wright until my fingertips bleed.

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