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Oct 2021
No Where to go.
Watch her crying.
Her dream dying.
Life twisting her dry.
Always standing alone,
Strangers filling her home.
Hungry hands fondled her *******,
Taking her owned she had left.
No where to go, only frost.
All treasures long lost.
No one to listen her cost.
Empty, her bucket tossed.
Each day was the same.
No hugs, only pain.
No promise let her live.
Born only to give.
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