The woman inside the box
No fresh air she had – not a single breath
Nor nectar or ambrosia divine to digest
I wondered at this peculiar state
For in darkness she always was
And whoever dared to peek inside
And shine a bit of light
Scorned and abused – they were sent away
From evening’s return to day
Only the most precise hand unnatural
Laid heavily on a heart and mind
Can build a fortress so secure
That truth can never find.
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