To take one apart,
Through words, not illusionary wretched actions.
Is to strike at the spine,
With a gilded dagger.
'But', a voice pipes 'This is done by intent'
So he says, aptly.
For he knows
The feeling that swells in one and is serene to another
Of how a strike unmindful for one
Cuts a wound deep into another.
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