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May 2014
I remember when you first came over,
you gave me this warming smile
You told me I was beautiful
and that you'd be here a while

You took me to this room
and lay me on the bed
You wrapped your arms around me
and slowly kissed my head

You placed your bony fingers
around my frail body
you told me to keep silent
or you'd make me sorry

so I cried inside my head
and tried to struggle free
but you had locked the door
with your old bronze key

I was only a young girl
waiting for her prince
but now I only dread you
ever since
you used me as a toy
for your own pleasure and joy
and left me crying there without a thought or care

and I hope that your glad to hear
that soon I'll just be gone
because everything you did to me was
very
very
wrong
I know it's quite long...
Presence
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Presence  Cambridge
(Cambridge)   
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