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Cold winds gushing out
when my throat had a shout
began blood gushing away
rather she had sway.
i felt hunger in my heart
my tears began to start
my nose was bleeding
children were reading.
cold blow over my face
will remain a life long chase
ever caught in prision bars
my mind will have scars.
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