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[title] => The butchers wife
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[bodytext] => The alluring faces peered in Stop. Listen. Whispers. I stood neither proud nor shamed Passing snares as the officer pulled out the cuffs Stop. Listen. Judgment. The crimson corpse beneath me, My shirt soiled in her juice. A woman’s life taken As mine lay before Me on the ground. My murderous limbs numb, My eyes fixated on her bloody mug The meat cleaver stood pierced through her torso, Disbelief. I would never have thought so. That hoar of mine sinned with the baker Now nobody can wake her. [comments] => 0 [counter] => 154 [topic] => 43 [informant] => kirankaur [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 4 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => oops )
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