In the midst
of rain
she was standing
alone,
as if the earth
was sharing
her pain.

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He was a piece
of broken glass.
The slightest touch
could wound
deeply.

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Ah,
how sweet
was his sword;
dripping with
honey,
he so gently
stabbed it
in her back
sliding like
a velvet rose,
it left her
in ecstasy,
that even in this
poisoning pain
she could taste
a piece of heaven.

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He opened the door
of the cage
and freed her
from his imprisonment.
And he forgot
that a bird
without wings
can no longer
fly.

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Every night
she would sleep
on a bed of needles.
And every morning
she woke up
with a thousand
bleeding wounds.

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