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To One Who Was Cruel
THE wound you gave
Will not abide,
Nor what you crave
Be gratified.
Will not abide,
Nor what you crave
Be gratified.
Time with deft finger
Probing far,
Will let linger
No sign or scar.
Probing far,
Will let linger
No sign or scar.
Only a line like snow,
So faint, so thin,
Folks will not know
A wound has been.
So faint, so thin,
Folks will not know
A wound has been.
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