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Mar 2016
The body count is high
If you piled them up they'd reach the sky
Of all the men that scorched me
But they where the last to plea
They made me cry
They hurt me, so they had to die

It was the only way
I left their bodies lay
I destroyed their worlds
I made it all come unfurled
They made my darkness
I made them heartless
Pauline Morris
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Pauline Morris  51/F/Southern Illinois
(51/F/Southern Illinois)   
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