how can she now be dead?
That temporary restraining order
doesn't restrain the sadness
only relief it wasn't by your hands.
Such is the life, and death,
of a feather-wisp digital girl.
Gifting you pieces torn off her
till there's no more left, vapor.
28, dead, in bed, Happy New Year.
'Stay safe' is hallow in wake,
in mourning light of the news.
Don't just 'Stay safe' but get mad,
get angry and rake the coals,
and burn down the world in rage.
'Cause no one else will.
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