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By your loving caress that touches the soul.
Raped
I feel like a hopeless animal
That would be a useless dog
That mated with two other
Annoying animals
In a beastly fashion too obscene
To swallow into silence.
Their eyes eat through my skin
Their hands tear down my clothes
I feel like a useless tin
Only useful to the greedy eyes
Of a rapist who lies
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