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He was a vandal

Marking her body as his by

Dipping his fingers in his blood and

Painting a masterpiece

She was a writer

Carving her words into his skin and bone

And giving him poetic scars

His hands translated his thoughts better

Than his words did better than he ever could

Her pen spoke louder than her voice

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