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shadow in the mirror..
A mother’s hands,
once soft and warm,
Turn cold as shadows, wrought by harm.
Fathers twist love into chains,
Their daughters bear the silent pains.
Brothers, blind with anger’s blight,
Snuff out sisters’...
once soft and warm,
Turn cold as shadows, wrought by harm.
Fathers twist love into chains,
Their daughters bear the silent pains.
Brothers, blind with anger’s blight,
Snuff out sisters’...
