from your fullness sprung a
naive, gentle woman
whose eyes are shut from
your evil, whose lips cannot
speak of your insanity,
whose thoughts are ravaged,
deserted, spoiled
whose soul seeks neither
compassion nor compromise
her fantasies elude her,
judging from one, sharp
breath she takes in so you
may have fire and splendor to
spare on atoms built upon beliefs.
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