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By wistful Date: 2002 Sep 16 Comment on this Work [[2002.09.16.07.40.25234]] |
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She gave herself to pleasure's promise Damning consequence and shame For his smile and numbing touch, For quick passion's sweetest pain. And in the hollow predawn haze While he slept so safe and spent She stumbled from his darkened den Where she lost what honor meant. How alive she felt that night How bright that mocking morning light. How clear it is, so far from home That she is strikingly alone. |