Taken to Soon

My sister is gone, her case is cold
I'm haunted by her restless soul,
She was only 32 years old,
A life cut short a family feeled with hurt,
As she is laid to rest.
All that remains is sarrow and pain.
As a marble headstone takes her name.
Memeories of my twin remain with in, trapped in time,
When she was once mine.
My sister, My twin, my only friend,
It's sad that your life took a tragic end.
But you will always be my best friend, my dear SWeet twin.

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