I wrote one for you to declare my love,
that thing you trampled and beat and abused
and choked out the life with white hand in black glove -
its innocence in death so sweetly confused.
You stand over me now dead there on the floor,
visited for the moment by no remorse
for your crime, but doomed to know forevermore
that this life I gave up makes you mine.
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