Thou canst wound me no more
Am I the God's last creation ?
His he worn out jus like my body ?
which apparatus thou employ to build this firm soul?
He was staunch to me unlike humankind
Psyche sponged the affliction
Wringing out of bleeding drops filled the pail
It snapped back
but the remaining blood turned into thrombus
so thou canst wound me no more

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