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The actress defeated the poet, in the end... 

And the words bowed and let themselves spoken, 

At her command. 

The poet was still arrogantly walking around, 

Thinking that he could fly with one wing, 

Because others gave him the right, 

To wear a ring... 

And in the theater, like a small ornamented appendix 

On an old manuscript, 

The actress, refusing to abdicate, 

Kept building her own myth, 

And recreated herself, 

When others could less predict. 

The actress and the poet, 

Two spirits trapped in me, 

Thought they could sacrifice me, 

For the reconciliation between two shadows, 

A he and a she.