Poems

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Roses are red
Violets are blue
Please don't leave me
Blood is red
Bruises are blue
Now you see my mental wounds

My body was clean
My soul was pure
My smiles were real
But then he touched
My body is now unclean
My soul is now impure
My smiles are now fake
At midnight I cry
Because I lived through my
Childhood through lies
Now I'm insecure
About my body
Please let me out of this spell

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