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Mauled
It started as play,
I was happy and gay,
he was keeping at bay,
but soon he began to bay,
and hot things to say,
his breath became short,
I was in a deathly mort,
he hungrily stuffed me,
and entered me,
injured me,
and bruised me,
he left a body alive,
but spirits all dead,
if I was older,
perhaps I could have bore,
but I was just a kid,
and life I had to lead much,much,much more
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Shishir Gupta
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