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Her

Those pages were turned
And those words
From them
One said:
"I always wanted to be like you"
I wondered what so good in me?
Another said:
"You got class"
And I asked what class?
Someone added:
"I will blow up if I can carry myself like you"
And I thought how do I carry myself?
It was so strange
I couldn't understand
My friend's corner
Who are they talking about
And then heard a voice
"You lost her
You have killed her
Even I am searching her
You zapped her"
It was my soul
Did I really kill her
I asked,
And it simpered back at me......

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