she might have fallen
down the stairs
a broken neck killed her
no one cares
her hair once red
turned to stone
she became sharply bitter
left alone
she might have faded
into age
her romantic passions
simply rage
but brilliance there
came undenied
it doesn't matter
how she died
I use words to deepen my observations. All of the following works are © copyrighted. They are the intellectual property of Greg Hoover. If you or anyone you know is interested in licensing one or more written works for use in a compilation, as lyrics in a musical work, synced to video, or some other use, feel free to contact me about an arrangement. But if not, assuming you are curious and literate, simply reading for pleasure is encouraged.
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