Brassed in sunshine, Hold it high... the beauty of an inner thigh. Perfume sprinkled on a dress, lures a form of wantonness. Through shivers, sounds of cries, under a pair of devil's eyes. Sweaty demons unleashed, onto a quivering compilation of fear, Musty air and silence pressed, on a body stripped of purity. And wholeness lingers in the dust, of a bloody, torn and mangled dress.
Reason for writing:
Rape
Birth sign: Aries
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