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Shadows of her past
She wronged humanity,
Taking away its form,
Holding its own seed,
And placing it in history,
One history never known.
stealing the life,
With the doctor's knife,
And ceasing the breath,
Of a new life on earth,
A life never felt.
The shadows of her past,
Haunts her at last,
Leaving not a single sanity,
But misery and tragedy,
What a life poorly spent.
All she wanted went quick,
Quick and swift,
From that day,
The day she sold her soul,
The day she Murdered...
poem
by
Venessa Ambrose
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