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Hidden beneath battered skin
Cowers, to those obsessed
With breaking the chaste;
Tattered, torn to pieces
A hollow shell, obsidian in the light
Feigns the smile that is no longer;
Sought, but never found
Lost, behind the stench
Of they who dare defile, yes,
Soulless, cold-blooded, they feed
On the raw flesh of innocence
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