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He took the punch
Without a flinch
Men don't hit women
But he wasn't giving in

She threw all her hate
Into the sword out her mouth
Before the battle ax
Took her out

He would call the law
But no one would believe
That violence would come
To a coward with knees

She filed report after report
But no one will come this time
Seven is the number
Where death intersects the line

If one could only go through
Without going back
To the very environment
That isolates lack

The truth of LOVE
Might have a chance
To restore the beauty
And cause the soul to advance
 
...into glorious light

written by Trudy Schrader on 10-28-2023

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