She the thief
She, the thief
Took away everything
She stole two big eyes, small mouth
And her face and her chin and her cheeks
Stingy, as was she, went with her eyebrows
(Those arrows and the bow of hunters in desert)
She, the mean
Ran away, hair in wind
Went with back toward me
Wore high heels, chest forward, she exposed
A bent back and butt-full
She, master
Dug a hole in space of view
Her absence; emptiness,
What a shame.
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