She doesn't want a saviour
but she needs your help; her
sweat and tears mixed with her blood
can't seem to heal her wounds...
her leathered hands match your bag
but not your silk woven tools; that are
mixed with her sweat, tears and her blood
but can't seem to heel her wounds...
you lend a hand, because her's were
not enough; because no matter
how much sweat or tears she pours
into her blood, she can never
heal her wounds... by herself:
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