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She sighed'
A child in her pains
Of 'labor' at 15;
Struggling the grasp of his hands,
To escape a Stalker.
Destiny.
Through the thatched wall of her slum
His eyes stared at her bare skin
In the darkness of night,
Cloistered she.
Came to unleash her a Saver.
Death
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