4. Her demise

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She is the silk that's thorn at the seems
She is the stranger you met on the streets.
Now, she's the begger you see on that street;
She is the person you forced to leave.

All she wants now is a heart
All her strenght and the soul
That you managed to swallow whole
Even though you had galore.

"What've you done, you filthy whore?
You stole her heart and her soul?
Why are you always hungry for more?
Can't you see? She is no more!"

Sayd his Lord with discust.
"Leave her for dead, if you must.
Leave her alone; let her to rot!
You were her book. For you, she's a dot."

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