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Silent Obedience.

By Irb

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Twisted fingers curled around a tiny woman's wrist, Delicate face smashed beneath a hatred-loving fist Shining brightly all around was ignorance and greed Never satisfied or contented in their ever-growing needs. She wondered what she'd done this time to anger him again, flinched;when he'd asked her where the hell she had been. Helpless frame shuddered against never-yeilding blows, And bruised as quickly as the petals on a fastly-dying rose. When it had finally ended, he looked to her and frowned Then set a gentle kiss on her slightly furrowed brow. A decision to stay was not made against her will For even in her pain and agony, she clearly loved him still. Written February 3rd, 2001 © on Dec 28 2001 08:13 AM PST    0 • 1

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