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Comparison

That afternoon she found a single bud:
A bluebell in the shade - it made her pause
And think a moment, looking at the mud,
That was churned round the flower. She had cause
To meditate a while and to recall
The churn of sheets that she had left upstairs
Around the bed, where she had set her stall,
Undressed, with all her clothing strewn on chairs,
In anticipation he would water
Her as well as any flower could wish,
For he had fucked her hard, giving no quarter
To her, despite her efforts to exist
Within his shadow, just because he could
Compare her to a bluebell in the mud.
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