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GOODMORNING TO MYSELF AND TO MYSELF I SAY
"HOW ARE YOU DOING?" I ANSWER"OK"
YOU IS I AND I IS YOU WE IS US WHOEVER KNEW?
OPERATE WITH NO LISCENSE ON HER KNEES SHE BEGS VIRGIN AT HEART AS SHE SPREADS 
HER LEGS.
FISTS TIGHT BITTING ON THE PILLOW,SCARED TO MAKE A SOUND,HE MIGHT BURY HER 
UNDERGROUND.LIPS COVERED IN DRIED BLOOD,ONLY NOISE IS THUD IN HER HEART
EYES SEWN SHUT,BURNED AT THE TIPS,A TWENTY FOUR HOUR A DAY LUNAR ECLIPSE.
THE SMELL OF SWET BURNS HER NOSE,YET IT KINDA SMELLS NICE.
THE LINGERING MYST OF PUTRID DISGUST FILLS HER LUNGS LETTING HER KNOW SHES STILL 
ALIVE.
HE EASES HIMSELF IN ONE FINGER AT A TIME AS HE LAUGHS AND SPITS ON HER INNOCENT 
FACE.
WITH EVERY WAKING MOMENT SHE PRAYS FOR RELIEF,THIS HAS BEEN GOING ON FOR 
NUMEROUS DAYS.
PETRIFIED THAT IT WILL ONLY GET WORSE,SHE COMPLIES TO HIS EVERY DEMAND.
DRIED BLOOD AND LOST HOPE LINE HER SOUL YET ANGELS REST ON HER HEART.
THE ONCE LITTLE GIRL WHO HAD SO MUCH HOPE NOW BECOMES STRUNG OUT ON DOPE.
LIKE A PUPPET ON A STRING HE PLAYS WITH HER MIND,SAYING HE LOVES HER,BUT KEEPS 
HER BIND.
NO WAY OUT NO WHERE TO GO THE THOUGHT OF BEING FREE IS ONLY ON REALITY T.V.
SHE CRIES A DRY EYE,IN THE DARKNESS OF NIGHT SWEARING NOT TO QUIT WITHOUT A 
FIGHT.
ONE DAY BLEEDS INTO THE NEXT,SHE BECOMES MORE AND MORE VEX.
SUDDENLY SHE NOTICES HE HASNT COME BACK.
SHE FEELS AROUND WITH WHAT LITTLE STRENGHT SHE HAS LEFT,SOMETHING SHARP POKES 
HER FINGER,BUT BRINGS HER TO REST.
SHE STRUGGLES TO GO FREE YET SCARED TO DEATH,ANY MINUTE HE'LL BE BACK,AS SHE 
DROPS THE TACK.
WITH COURAGE AND MIGHT SHE RELEASES THE ROPE,ENOUGH TO SET HERSELF FREE.
NO WAY OUT IN SIGHT SO SHE FEELS HER WAY ASKING GOD "LET ME GO TODAY"

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