Before her breath could touch me
Before her hair could drape it's long warm blanket of mystery upon me
Before her words could no longer sting with the force
of a thousand tiny needles,

I saw a chance.

After the blades were pulled from my back
After the ringing had shattered my ears
And after all is said and never won,

I heard a rumor.

I felt a love.

And I became,

Another victim.


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