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Her body so frail
While I'm in jail I can't do anything now, She is hard to hear As I begin to tear She seems diminished somehow; The first words that are spoken While remaining unbroken Ring throughout my head, Still thinking of me While in much misery And just being on the brink of dead; The angel I sent Seemed to of just went And brought out much irony, The envelope did say Bow and Pray And arrived after surgery. For Samantha Victoria Sjoberg
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