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Dec 2015
She cried into her sleeves
Holding a child between her arms
She could here the bustling thieves
That wanted to cause this child harm

But no such thing
she will let happen
For as long long as her tears feels
Protection was with this woman
Escence
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Escence  AMERICA
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