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A deep sore dragged through agesThe sores are my own, I knowWounds collected through a lifetimeAnd wisdom I pick up along the wayI received the spit from a snakeAnd the snare cut real deepI was caught in her wombSomething spreading in my veinsThose walls I faced alone.I crept on bounded kneesThe own will just vanished.I wept my compassion away,with tears that flooded your heart.No river leads back to mine.I bow down in soil and whisperI gather strength to spread the disease

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