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How many lies
Splats of red take the plunge,
Right below her screaming eyes
Tarnishing her white pillow case
A foster mother in rage
Cheese grader, as if that is the solution
Time truth conquers over her gripped hands
Dizzy in fear, she takes the child
Hides the truth behind those white walls
And leaves her
Not one look back
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