His violence,
an enigma of mood and tone,
arrived in a decayed state;
no longer concealed,
he became the author
of her crushed spirit
during her life.
Poems were collected,
well-guarded like castles,
devotions, attestations
of her plight.
A twisted form of shrine,
written by the woman
and witnessed
in her father’s line.
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