From the rose.
Her clothes.
hurt me," she said.
Herself to sleep in bed.
Broken souls pray.
Safe this way.
To take her dreams.
And silent screams.
let me go," she said.
Her fear and dread.
And the small.
The helpless crawl.
Are my downfall.
Anymore.
And he's the whore.
Sadistic little game.
But he's to blame.
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