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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required All alone in a bush downstream Where not a soul was likely to dwell Pinned against the green grasses, a young girl Injecting her ruthlessly, a cruel hunk At my sight, off he fled A rape victim an innocent soul Her mind drifts into the abyss of sorrow As red fluid streams down her thighs Reaching out for a nearby leaf Just to clear off the mess Her heart,heavy in her ribs Up I lifted and embraced her as the torrent of her tears soaks through my shirt I could hear her silent screams As she tries to hold back the seething torrent Holding on to her nerves, She suffocates with each breath For he had sucked out the life in her Painfully, she groans 'Adieu my dignity' Gone too soon, her virginity Time and time again, As the steady stream trickles down her face, Her lower lip quivers Her eyes, the colour of moss and dirt Shoveled together As if a black mist had settled upon her The day bright, but the torrid sun she could not feel The sonorous song of birds, less could she hear Sadness, her nightingale Tainting her joy Inside her heart, a piercing thorn As sharp and incisive As the stroke of a fang A visit to the great beyond, Her last resort Sharply, her pains I inhale Sitting below my skin, The depth of her piercing thorn Round her thin dark hair, my hand hovers Just to calm her intra-personal war 'Young girl', said I then to her Brighter than the stars, the future For the past can you change not' Too dark, today's night Too bright, tomorrow's sun To wind back the hand of time And save her day, my desire To her, the world was lost Off she sadly went! Permanent joy, all but a task
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