An Echoing Mist

by reginadee2014

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An Echoing Mist

Regina Puckett

 

They cry for help but no one ever hears

Until in a puff of smoke their soul disappears

In its place are empty eyes and hollow hearts

Waiting for someone to collect their shattered parts

But the world rushes by pretending they don’t exist

Until they completely vanish into an echoing mist

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