The trees are
now grown.
Her smile is visible.
Her face is
not shown.
Darkened face renders invisible.
Buried below,
left a photo behind
Where she lies,
I do not know.
in hopes to remind.
Was she a poet or a seamstress?
Most likely lived on
South Main Street.
or perhaps an actress?
A neighbor I may never meet.
Living in infamy,
without an identity.
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