virginity
on a cold wintry night, a beautiful flower sits in a field of grass
the cold winds blow freezing up its sweet centre, losing its most precious
morning comes and a child plucks its petals one by one in cruel amusement
leaving behind the lone stalk never to live again
the cold winds blow freezing up its sweet centre, losing its most precious
morning comes and a child plucks its petals one by one in cruel amusement
leaving behind the lone stalk never to live again
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