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She dealt her pretty words like Blades –How glittering they shone –And every One unbared a NerveOr wantoned with a Bone –She never deemed — she hurt –That — is not Steel’s Affair –A vulgar grimace in the Flesh –How ill the Creatures bear –To Ache is human — not polite –The Film upon the eyeMortality’s old Custom –Just locking up — to Die.
