She is trouble
Graceful dignified, and kind
Speaking in mild words
Tears in the open
The countenance of the damned
A veil of sorrow
Consort of the world
Its broken, bloody wreckage
The cosmic victim
Lie beneath the stars
Mother, and child in the field
Shed the will to live
Held in agony
Bemoan the steady heartache
The other, herself
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