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A Pink Flower

I was a little girl, a pink flower Till she embraced me in the showers With time, I withered, my pink petals fell This shameful secret, I could not tell I was a little girl, a pink flower Till she fondled me in the showers I longed for her touch, my pink petals fell Guilt or sheer pleasure? I could not tell I was a little girl, a pink flower Now filled with guilt in the showers I felt, in my hands, my pink petals fell But now this secret, to you I tell

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