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Wednesday, March 11, 2015

Defiled

 
 
My sacred sanctuary
Away from the routine,
Unlike my crowd that
I think I fit in
Was violated beyond repair
Left with a gaping hole
 
Not so much a compunction
Not a sense of qualm,
Again my soul is stripped away
As I try, to move on, get a grip.

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