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nothing but a finger print tortured eyes crookedsmile yet she thrives all the while auburn ringlets grace her old face arthritus makes her jointsache dieing of lonely soul condition victim of others convictions She knows who she is doesnt know who I am stranger in her land sacrifice thislamb I bleed for her now memory willcome back someday somehow she only was a visitor here every once in a while she re appears searching for long lost near and dear present pupils persecute her few toe to toe dispute her brood and brute her I wait for her to die stranger dry eyes we`re only visitors here her blood soaked eyes impose fiery embrace turn back before its too late Not you she seeks 
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