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Locked in LoveHe told her to shut upScreaming like she was a dogBeating her with chanting rod of mouthMaking marks upon her bonesShe held him while he was sickHoping he would see her tearsSo alone all this timeThough he had always been thereHe woke once in pristine bedThe nurses had all but goneShe cried for all she had doneBut he told her she should go homeThe call came in dead of nightThe news that he had passedHer heart beat a slower toneBut freedom was hers againShe told herself to shut upShe beat herself with rod of mouthHe would never hold her tightBut his mark had been placed well-Your thoughts would be welcome...Blessed Be, Siren
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