She Never Survived Her Shame

A beauty danced to live.
And thrust upon her jealous heart:
A parameter man of dishonour.

Walk on by anew, she never saw.
In one accord and the rest was:
A bad sector of deceit.

Sore water rose in her eyes.
Her heart grew in rapid grief:
Of lost trust.

She was, either drowned or done,
Red, either wine or blood,
True, she drank and bled.

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