So, she’s hanging there… naked, in shackles…
The thing, though, that most raised her hackles…
She would have said yes…
If they’d asked, no duress,
These dumb men, circling round her like jackals.
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So, she’s hanging there… naked, in shackles…
The thing, though, that most raised her hackles…
She would have said yes…
If they’d asked, no duress,
These dumb men, circling round her like jackals.