I see her every day, when I saw her last
She was haunting my dreams,
My i n e s c a p a b l e past.
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They Called Her Ugly
PoetryThe knife wasn't what k i l l e d her in the first place.
Inescapable
I see her every day, when I saw her last
She was haunting my dreams,
My i n e s c a p a b l e past.
