song of penitence

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i reopened her old scars.

i destroyed her whole being.

i played her heart

like a puzzle.

i cut off the wings

of her dreams.

i slit her throat

and her joyful blood

spilled out.

i fed weeds of lies

to her garden,

so her pretty flowers

would wither.

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