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Feb 2013
I have no pity.
I have no forgiveness.
They say it is divine
For I am a devil

She accuses me of inhumaneness
And yet her - other - would sacrifice
Him a thousand times over,
Would watch him melt into nothingness
Ages upon ages

Without a rage
Without a burn of ice as
The degree nearer to her than her pet writhed
And died - is deceased -

And then I would have come
But until then
I will not touch
I will not harm

As long as I am sure her regard remains.
Alexandra of Old
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