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Restless as if alive now,
quivering in dismay, still fuming,
crushed one to an ugly dread of iron,
the other standing
like a maid ready to be set ablaze on a shrine of shame
both still protruding pain
and charging with fury
like Achilles
while the purple light
renders their effort painlessly
as on stage.
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