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Her beauty,
an object of desire.
Her body,
is the obsession of fire.
And the mind is dead.
Slaved.

Her willingness,
the chains that bind.
Her eyes,
the magnificent and blind.
And the tears are dried.
Crazed.

Her future,
etched into stone.
Frozen and caged,
by her own.
Hands,
that once felt.
Now drained.

Child yield,
to temper her nature.
Child shield
yourself against anger.

She lost the struggle and
her feet have been cleansed
by the hands
of the emotionally damaged.

Her beauty,
The object of desires.
Her body,
The obsession of fire.
And her skin is perfection.
Her tongue,
Drips with seduction.