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Thumb jammed deep into her eye
Bedclothes stain with blindness
She’s over the pain with the snap of a finger
You open your eyes, you’ve inflicted love 
She shows a glimmer of affection
She is tired, you are tired
You’re permitted beside
In darkness the wound inflicts a wound
In your mind you are kind.

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