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Oct 2015
There was no shame in hate
****** stained sheets
Pulled hair, nelgected
stares

you stood with self inspired awe
when you gifted us with those little paws

but someone blamed you
ripped you, whipped you
stole youth and ****
there you were.

But what I want to say
Is you are as you came
the purest of clean
washed by my grief
suffering with the relief
Dido
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Dido  Philadelphia
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