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True Story.

The Beautiful woman was sitting calmly underneath the tree

As I approached it, I could see her beckoning me

Her visible pain had been long and hard, and lasted through the night

I then sat with her until morning light


“What’s your name?” she smiled as best as she could

“Someone with me will surely do me good.

I’ve been here all day and all night with scarcely any rest

A night with someone will cure the pain in my chest.”


As I looked at her, I could see the rips in her shirt

Beautiful tan skin mixed with the earth’s dirt

She smiled “He told me I am the best.

They’re all the same, while I’m not like the rest.”


“I tried to fight him off, I looked about and found

That no one was in sight, just small insects on the ground

I kept fighting him off, I tried to do my best,

But finally I gave in to a small pain in my chest.”


“Can it be getting dark so soon?” she winced up at the sun

“It’s growing dim and I thought my life had just begun.

I think before I go, I’ll get a little rest”

And quietly, the woman died from the pain in her chest.


I don’t recall what happened then, I think I must of cried,

I put my arms around her, and pulled her to my side

And, as I held her to me, I could feel our wounds were pressed,

The large one in my heart against the small one on her chest

The End

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