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Anguish
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2004 She cleaves off another layer
This coat reaching scarlet
The tears descend down her cheek
In streams of black
The agony in her face
Is enough to kill herself
"Why not" not fully comprehending
The words developed through a deluge
Of bubbling prattle
Murmurs rush over
They’re enough to kill
This poor girl
Under the anguish of his threats
Kills just to be understood
Too late to matter
Enough for guiltiness to allot
All through the darkened damp streets
The tint of the yellow- orange streetlamp
On the aged mans profile
Who doesn’t feel
Just laughs with bitterness
In the midst of it all
