(Fair Warning: This poem may be disturbing to some, cause it sure as hell was for me.)

His mind was cloaked with fanatic fantasies of indulgence,
Touch starved, poisoned by passionate cravings,
To him, the wrongs felt like rights, the world made no sense...
Ramblings ridden with salacity was only heard as mindless ravings,
"Who cares about stuff like 'age', it makes no difference!"

"The little brat's pristine body is laced with beauty temporary,"
So he tries to justify with a mouth leaking lies,
"Why don't you strip away, and embrace adulthood with me?"
Somewhere in a void of guilt, a sullied soul cries...
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