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Talking to My Body by Anna Swir
She was an evil stepmother.
In her old age she is slowly dying
in an empty hovel.

She shudders
like a clutch of burnt paper.
She does not remember that she was evil.
But she knows
that she feels cold.
Book: Talking to My Body by Anna Swir
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