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He wanted a bride with untouched skin,
A pastless girl he could fold right in.
She said the truth - soft, honest, still:
“I’ve known love… and I’ve known thrill.”
His smile cracked.
His eyes turned cold.
As if her fire made his soul old.
He left - proud. Untouched. Intact.
A man so fragile, truth felt like attack.
Now he prays for purity in the dark,
While she is out - leaving teeth marks
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He wanted a bride with untouched skin,
A pastless girl he could fold right in.
She said the truth - soft, honest, still:
“I’ve known love… and I’ve known thrill.”
His smile cracked.
His eyes turned cold.
As if her fire made his soul old.
He left - proud. Untouched. Intact.
A man so fragile, truth felt like attack.
Now he prays for purity in the dark,
While she is out - leaving teeth marks
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This piece speaks to the quiet cruelty of men who worship purity but fear depth - who want untouched women not out of reverence, but control. It’s not about virtue. It’s about fragility disguised as pride.
