Was this not the woman who swore she was untouchable?
Watch now, she drowns in the unabatable
And was it not a man who brought on the flood?
Look around now, he cannot be found
Unless you look into the smallest corners of words
Words oft written, at times spoken behind closed doors
Even then, though he be heard, he cannot be held
And though sharp, he knows not what he has unweld
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