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        The confrontation. In her breathless trance I feel that I am...    
    
    
    
	    
          
    
    
				
					
    
    
    
        Opening fleshy curtains To expose To let the light seep through...    
    
    
    
	    
          
    
    
				
					
    
    
    
        Ceiling drips blood-stained secrets Upon me Fury rages like crematory fire...    
    
    
    
	    
          
    
    
				
					
    
    
    
        Blood Flows When I Do not Know What Else To Do....    
    
    
    
	    
          
    
    
				
					
    
    
    
        The wound was deep But I held my hand Over my...