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Jun 2018
It wasn't enough,
she was kicked,
shackled,
broken,
and laid bare

You had nestled,
your arms around her neck,
until she could no longer breathe

Twisting her legs,
weakening her,
so she could only lie there,

As she stare into the eyes,
of her tormentor.
In this piece, lies many interpretations.
Peace
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       Peace, Myrrdin, Rick, Fawn, Timur Shamatov and 2 others
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