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May 22, 2017

He devoured me with his flaming glance
p o w e r l e s s,
s t u b b l e.
His fierce face, his painful grip
My strength almost exhausted
NEVER,
Ground from his teeth
Bent, uptore, crushed
Released from his clutch.
Hethrewhimself
B r o k e in anquish
A deep, strong sob
Farewell,
Farewellforever.

Note: Found poem created using words from Jane Eyre.






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