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Mar 2011
And she ran
Hoping that her crime
May be forgotten
But by the time she made it home
Her twisted grin was rotten
They tied her up, skin against stake
They lit up the flames
They watched her scream and shake
They had forgotten that it was all a game
Hana Gabrielle
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