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Yell
Yell
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When she took the torment of his body,
His exceptional soul, her fingers started to tremble.
Sweat emerged on her temples.
It’s excessive, she contemplated internally, this torment.
His dull dreams, his trivial feelings of disdain,
His lies, his dread, his scorn,
All surging from an obscured soul into a being of light,
And even her child was insufficient to make brilliant this agony.
As it consumed her, unfit to tear away, she shouted.
She shouted.
She shouted.
She shouted.
In any case, nobody could hear her.
