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She, 

Wrenched her dress apart, 

And parted, 

Words from mind, 

And her eyes from sense. 

The little world, 

Creeps with wonder, 

And places bold, 

But fit for a wander. 

A tunnel masks, 

Her heart-rent calls, 

In the night laments, 

Are all she knows, 

In the dark when these eyes, 

Crazed by glory, 

Caught up by a dream, 

Of madness and fury. 

But her hands don’t feel, 

Like another’s does, 

And her voice only echoes, 

Dumbly against her walls, 

Saying things she has thought, 

Many times before, 

In the night-time she needs more. 

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