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With quill and silver knife |
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She carved a poison pen |
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Wrote to her lover's wife: |
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"Your husband's seed has fed my flesh". |
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As if a leper's face |
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That tainted letter graced |
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The wife with choke-stone throat |
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Ran to the day with tear-blind eyes. |
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Impaled on nails of ice |
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And raked with emerald fire |
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The wife with soul of snow |
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With steady hands begins to write: |
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"I'm still, I need no life |
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To serve on boys and men |
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What's mine was yours is dead |
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I take my leave of mortal flesh" |
