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She dealt her pretty words like Blades—
How glittering they shone—
And every One unbared a Nerve
Or wantoned with a Bone—
She never deemed—she hurt—
That—is not Steel's Affair—
A vulgar grimace in the Flesh—
How ill the Creatures bear—
To Ache is human—not polite—
The Film upon the eye
Mortality's old Custom—
Just locking up—to Die.
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Comments2DOING MY HOMEWORK, AND WOW, THIS POEM REALLY HIT ME HARD, DEEP STUFF!!
Wow, this one really hits ya, right in the feels. It feels like it's all about how we deal with hurt and pain. Pretty deep stuff, makes you think, huh? 🤔 Defintley not one for the faint of heart. 💔🤐 No sugarcoating here, that's for sure! 😅