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Feb 2011
“For who can bear the whips and scorns of time?
The pangs of despised love?”

For sins the soul lays pray
To the vultures hovering above.

The body’s insides left to melt
In the sun’s tenacious heat.

While the heart aches from pain dealt
And barely keeps a beat.
Written by
Hannah Ripps
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   --- and Farah Hizoune
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