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let’s hear her story!

‘Deflowered!’ She was happy to hold her hand An Amah’s hand, Since her fretful days were, Towards their pyre, For an end, End of pains. With her little mind still in bud, Was thoughtful, At the moment of leaving her Parents; Who were laden with rudeness of life. She remembered the speck of hope, In their gleaming eyes, For, Amah had told them that Their angel was going to a heaven. Witnessing an artistic hub

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