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No AID

by  RachelSparrow

Posted: Monday, July 4, 2005
Word Count: 74




Her fingers encircle another body,
Fated to join her cursed army,
Some are born into her ranks,
Some fall through foolishness or mistakes,
She once plagued those in love with their own,
Now indiscriminate, but through love she flows,
Among the stuff of life she brings about death,
Leaving families and communities drowned in a mess,
Always changing, never the same way,
No chance to stand and fight, she takes you to the grave.