Lovely Trauma
Lost lasting happiness with
A quick stroke of evil
It's easy to recall
That willowy September night
A screaming match
Haplessly lit from a scratch
The press of a kitchen blade
Against one pale nape
There isn't a waking day
That dawns without that memory
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