NO
Her body degraded like sand
thousand pieces of her soul taken
when one word could have solved it all
her hands became his in a matter of seconds
her blood became his in a number of ways
Her chest now buried six feet underground
because no wasn't a word for him
no didnt exsist in his vocabulary
so no didnt exsist in her obituary
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