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Click hereHe loved her yes of course he did,
Fed her desires, reeked havoc in her chaos.
Ironed out the folds of hidden possibilities.
Kept her beautifully debased.
She was his proclivity.
He loved her yes he did, as a lover, as a friend, as a precious.
He still loves her.
He loves to take the breath from her to hear the howl.
To see the wincing, the blenching,
The mangle.
He is the inforcer, the inflictor.
There is suffering and the world has plenty to offer,
He wants her to know those pains.
In a safe place.
He does not neglect out of ignorance.
It is with acute intention,
"Pay attention"
He wants her strong and wise.
Depraved of nothing.
He wants her a little less needing.
He shapes her a little less picayune.
She will proclaim "I am the world and I will walk on you "
He is nurturing a soldier.
A universal soldier.
The soldier must train.