19 February 2013
She died with a camera in her hand, It showed everywhere she'd been. From Paris, Hawaii, back home to Idaho. Oh, the places she went, no one had ever known.
From the barber shop, To the grocery store, She bought some razors And chopped off her hair, 8 inches more.
From the woodman's house to the metal workshop, She needed rope and an iron lock.
From the forest to the sandy beach, She needed to be calm, she needed peace.
From the pharmacy to her neighbor's home, She needed pills and a last goodbye before she went into her tomb.
From there, she went home into her room, Gathered her supplies and began her own doom.
She pulled up a chair, Attached the rope to the tiles. Hopped off the chair, She began her demise. Around her neck, the rope she had tied.
Pictures tell a story Humans couldn't, that's our fall, Her Minolta X-700 recorded her life, depicted all.
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