What a difference there is
one life without pain to either soul or body
another one racked on the wheel
tortured with red-hot irons
and finally killed slowly and meticulously
She winces at the touch, fearful of the pain
the needles in her skin and even deeper
brought on, just by the fear of a touch
no matter what she choses darkness
to sit in anonymous darkness means peace
maybe pain, but no fear of touches and needles
she smiles in her hidingplace, this loveless spot
the one that holds her in a false safety
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