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YOU ALWAYS HURT THE ONE YOU LOVE (TANKA)
Impaled on his sword
the butterfly folds her wings
and waits for death but
the matador turns his back
to the cheering crowd and weeps.
Impaled on his sword
the butterfly folds her wings
and waits for death but
the matador turns his back
to the cheering crowd and weeps.
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