She gutted the closets
When he lay deathsick
– Found his laces
And lipsticks.

– No more grieving
For you she said,
It’s a waste of good
Heart’s blood:

Groan and crumble!
– For you stole
My Crimson Dawn
And Cherry Bowl.

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