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She put her wounded flesh in the water 
Her face did not seem to change 
Gaze nailed in vacuum 


Then I realized she was addicted to pain 


Where, 
Near the wild solitude of the woods 
Next to the corpses and the noise of battle, 
I realized what she was looking to love: 


It was this wild obsession 
The few moments of absolute calm 
That made her to profligate 
Over the dead bodies