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A Willing Sacrifice
Fading like a rose wilting
from lack of nurture,
I crawl over broken glass.
My scourge lost awhile back,
but the punishment must never stop.
The dream still haunts me.
She walks in without care
until she lays eyes on me....
from lack of nurture,
I crawl over broken glass.
My scourge lost awhile back,
but the punishment must never stop.
The dream still haunts me.
She walks in without care
until she lays eyes on me....
