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Apr 2021
Pin the baubles and decor on her,
Drape her in satin and lace,
Watch the discomfort flowing through her veins,
Sadness on her pretty little face.

Admire the hidden pain,
As she recoils from the touch of your hand.
All hints of purity, long ago slain.
verde
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verde  15/F
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