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postmarital

blood on her hands
sweating in fear
tears swell
as she twists the knife
a slow and painful agony
they both lurch to the ground
the dirt and grime and filth
leek out of her once beautiful smile
nothing she does will justify her
nor will she be forgiven
hung by her own words
and murdered by her pride
a corpse of a bride
haunting this noman's land
any man's land
but his

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