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Aoi Feb 13
Kept hearing the ticktocks,
It is time to start my little game
Eyed the prey as he talks,
Hope he still remembers my name

At the dusky street,
Where I started what is planned
Took him long to accept defeat,
Pinned him until he stopped struggling on
the land

Took my blade and stabbed his orbs
Oh, what disgusting views it absorb!
These pair of eyes, I despise
For it was used to spy on my sister's
thighs

His sinful hands, I chopped
He heard how my sister begged but he
never stopped
These hands that traveled my sister's
pearl,
This is what I had witnessed when I was a
little girl

Lastly, his little shaft
I slashed it in half
This little thing is the reason why we mourn,
For she slaughtered herself with a baby unborn

She had commited the unforgivable sin
For she was sexually abused at the age of
fifteen
I stood up to desert the venue,
My dear sister, I have venged for you
Aoi Feb 13
Dear little scribbler,
This piece is for you
Always remember,
You are the best, that's true

You may have a hard time to compose,
Poetries or a prose
Relax and let your imagination wander,
Think, let your brain ponder

If you're not known, never relinquish
Your works will be distinguished
Allow your wings to spread,
Your ink, let it shed

Dear little scribbler,
Lift your dreams up high
Their judgements never matter,
Do not stop, always try.

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