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Poems: December 2004
I was burned alive
right in my own home
Accused of witchcraft
like I'd turn them to stone
The church won't have me
my townspeople deserted me
The people shouted names
the kids threw stones
I hid myself away
hidding myself from the world
They found me still
and locked me in
setting fire to
my home
As the flames closed in around me
I heard them shout
"Burn, you witch"
"We won't let you harm us
any longer"
But I was innocent
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