It was two months
That I felt of it
Just two months
And I had to leave
For a break, peace -- freedom
Why did I not see it before
In the length of my life
Should I have doubted
The loss, horrid -- dreaming
The trap, the horror, torture
That she endured
So long ago now but a mystery
How did she, survive -- live
And now escaped from the misery
A skeleton, raked leaves, dead trees
I turn and remember
What did he do, horror -- me
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