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Words few, so fingers ruled
Teeth stained yellow by the years of abuse
They almost matched your tangled hair
-- When ribs showed, you didn't care

Remember you in April
With violets and the rain
And that other flower you used
To take away the pain -- forever

Until at last the truth's revealed:
Broken hands are slow to heal
"We love you Taurus" said the note --
We loved you, we did, but it wasn't enough.







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