Rape
T Tom Billsborough
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To herself alone she sings
And strums on her guitar
And to her destiny belongs
This sad, melodic air.
Her eyes half close
Her feet pound out a beat
But nothing can erase
The gnawing pain of guilt.
While in the woods a wolf
May howl it cannot match
Her cries, nor cruel thief
Who stole her precious faith.
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