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Girl my age
All the rage
Shiver in the night
His delight
Her arms scarred from all the tries
His heart scarred by the very same knife
Wielded in her hand, COMPLACENCY
His with her and hers with he
What she will not ever know
Is just how far that man would go
To see her captured totally
Joyfully, if temporarily
But now she is completely lost
The cold world has left her all alone
For she is gone from him,
But he is her home.
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