She was as free as a bird

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Her hands

Were as soft

As a rose

And his smile

Was as beautiful

As the sky

Her eyes

Could tell stories

But his fists

Could end them

His fists

Were like pins

And her arms

Were the bulletin

His punching bag

Whenever he felt

In the mood

The decision

Was worse

Than the pain

He inflicted upon her

After all

She still loved him

But still

When she left

She ran

Like the wind

It hurt him

Almost as bad

As he had hurt her

But she was gone

And free

As a bird

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