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She wore her crown of thorns quite well
She let boys have her like it was as real as reality t v

She torn her jeans as expertly as she tore her soul
Into raggedy patches and useless nights
Of dreams borrowed from any and every hell
That she discovered while browsing thru the pretensions
Of Poetry

She was really lovely and lovable
But she was afraid to stand against the tide

The goth images
The satanic symbolism
The perverse
Power

Of ****** rage

That all her class mates learned at school

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She wore her crown of thorns well

After the years

She could fake her humanity with the best of them

Now she too is expert at ******* with the minds of children

So she has become prosperous and wealthy
Hence well respected

She is now a model citizen of the world