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The Defamation

I know what to her is core: You with a killing horn gore And men who’d called her A Whore; Her image in The Street tore; Clothes such as she never wore Claiming: she had them, for sure … And I know what she is sure: In the heart can leave a sore, Which for years enemies bore And shall certainly, for more: Like contrite hearts on the floor … The war after Defamation A bold fight for Reclamation.

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