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Feb 2018
World is like a withered rose;
it used to be purer than a pearl,
but now is an unadorned peacock during its pose
tt stands there like a ******, precious girl

ashamed of her own body,
originally gaudy but then converted in shoddy
whom decadence is men’s fault.
But men commit **** assault…

Their aim is to criticize and hypnotize
then leave after lies and scars
while the soul cries and dies.
But don’t pretend to bring her to see the stars.

Don’t be such a romantic kisser
If you just want to let her wither…
Written by
Martina  19/F/Milan, Italy
(19/F/Milan, Italy)   
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