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Poetic T Mar 2018
We're  not
cleansed until  
               we've been *****.
Ariel Aug 2016
A nymphet,

A fruit never to be tasted

Forbidden.

And sadden it would be wasted.

Stollen

Never asking but demanded.

Ravished

A desire never to be sated.

a youth wasted,because we never waited.

The weight I bear it well.

Tempting the fates

I dreaded hell.

Our death awaits.

Dipped to deep in her spell.
Stop Romanizing ****** the man is a ***** ******* there is no love in ****.

— The End —