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She gazed out of the window

And spied the dark wretched mill

Silhouetted upon the horizon

As if a colossal a front to nature

And as she went and sat back on her unkempt bed

The first rays of a new day’s dawn shone through

Between the white net curtains

The new day will bring new truth

She looked at the tangled sheets

Where last night they were part of the scene

Where her and her brutish lover had performed acts obscence

At least that’s what some would say

But she did not have a view

Like the wretched dark Mill she spied from her window

Her life was wretched too

The brutish man how spent the night with her and not his wife

Worked in the dark wretched mill

He exuded power, strength and might

And she was expected to be grateful to him

For if there was not him there would be no one

But in the tranquil aftermath

And as the new dawn was glowing from the new hopeful sun

Everything in that moment became possible for sure

Maybe for the last time he had now exited her door

Now more than ever she could make a new life for herself

Even thought her kept her poor and not in the best of health

She prepared her day readying to leave

And fortified her inner being

Finally she would break the emasculating chains

And she would now finally be free

And as she headed for the door it opened

And there stood the brutish man

The silhouette of his wretched form shutting out all the light

He saw her bags and the hint of hope

Deep within her eyes

He stepped forward and she heard the door close for the last time

When the brutish man had left her abode

No sign of life he left there

He walked away with no real care

Just the remnants of a wretched existence

On which he had doused the light.