On her knees, she speaks:
“Paragraphs and connotations -
To live and breathe like Gaius;
My Muse forgives insinuation -
To inspire and die like Jesus.
Their scars are mine.
To cherish and bear;
It all heals in time -
A lashing Humanity must share.
Inflections of my pain;
Heart in palm, so hot it sears.
My Muse whispers of shame -
Kommst spiel mit mir.”
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