In a chamber made of grey stone
rests a coffin empty of flesh and bone
for the name marked o’er the door
reads “Young Samara Nomore.”
To this grave never a tear was prior wept
no memory of Samara was ever prior kept
so long ago was her demise
not having a real last name is no surprise.
For coming upon this empty tomb
a mother with a baby in her womb
read no other then “Young Samara” above the door
and added the name of “Nomore.”
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Young Samara Nomore
Posted 11 months ago
Young Samara Nomore
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