Tell my mother that am gone,
Tell her with cold words how the hot earth
Peeled my soles with dirty knives.
Tell her, she needs to know.
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Tell my mother that am gone, Away from a boiling earth, Away from cruel men. Wish me well.- -nice ending, thanks for sharing