The fire did dwell
But melted away soon
Nights- similar rape
No pleasure, just pumping
Like bull in sheep
His abs now pot
Each night, raped
Womb tilled
To thrive his seed
My heart! Hear-
Love won’t come
Potions do favor
Deaths do favor
They free from him
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