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Virgin sheets stained with the slaying of innocence,

the dear window of your pure ways has become opaque.

The soul you once wore was white,

now is ruined with splotchy black lust.

Your free will was conquered,

and replaced with sexual submission.

Your de-flowering was not an act of making love.

It was a heinous encounter with the face of sex.

You went down a road you cannot turn back,

Leaving those you care for behind,

Tonight nothing and not one come to ameliorate you,

Nor any other sky kissed with darkness,

Solitude is the last warm embrace you will feel.