Rose left the shelter of the cabin, careful to step around the rock edge. The cold air made her tremble, her flesh covered with goosebumps, but she was determined not to settle for his lies any longer. He had started out so friendly and nice. Then when she realized Alex was not human, but a ghost, things started to get messy. She finally realized what he really was and not a scrap of her fantasy was true. How did she get into this, and why believe it was real? Rose heard a bell, incessantly ringing. She woke up in her bed, covers askew.
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The Bag Lady 
Stepped out from the shelter
Trembled in the cold
Been living so helter-skelter
Flesh just growing old
Messy in the mirror
A ghost is looking back
Been living so long on the edge
I’ve lost sight of the track
Maybe got a year to live
I’d settle for a day
No time to forget, forgive
And nothing left to say
Life has fallen on the rocks
No scrap of dignity
Dirty shoes and threadbare socks
Don’t leave a rose for me
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I loved this! You always have interesting responses👍🏻🥰
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Oh, I like this !
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good take Cheryl! 🙂
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