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She smiled each day. Make-up covered every blow. Eyes drained of tears but still seemed to glow. Each morning deaf ears heard emotionless apologies, And as his arms encircled, she strived not to shudder. The door closed behind him, her eyes never glanced. A fragile frame held the warrior soul inside She swept and dusted all morning long, clearing the evidence of the night before. Never would her spirit break, no blow would bruise her soul. Beautifying the hell that was her life, so that no one would know.