Still
The earth was quaking in her hands…
She’d thought of that so many times,
But all that ends still badly ends
…Reflecting being of the world,
Her love and hatred in its depth,
His voice was so sharp and cold,
Destroying both step by step
The time betrayed itself and flew
Into a rage and no will
Could stop the outburst, - she knew
That all that ends, ends badly… still.
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