Cursed is he who hangs from a tree.
But what of she? She who had enough of her lover. She who had enough of he. She, prone to the madness of the moon. She, with gunpowder and will The will to be free - one way or the other. Rough and ready The snuff of light The thumping of the floorboards And my the Lord now have mercy on her soul.
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