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The taker of Souls!
To the bitter end
My soul was dragged
dirty and bruised
I became insult
'd better bury
once my mortal
and write my epitaph
they took your soul!
they stole her pen!
I was not so
No voice, no hands
without singing and charm
then quieted my love
my words now
have no more life
became disgust and shame
wrecked, shattered hopes
I was not so
so pale, so dry
so bitter so empty
then they kept my voice
poem
by
Mirna Morgan
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