Sally Plumb Plumb
A face that's numb
to recollect its features.
A mouth that's dumb
its self respect.
The brain's too blind
its seething injury.
An unsuspecting female
mind is wrecked.
The look in his eyes
at the rendered strike,
was his own mad thrill,
an act of delight.
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