Oh my sirs, I 'm only thirteen!
So young and innocent,I know nothing.
My nights, starless and my days, black ink;
Sprawl on my bed, clueless,
I taste the salt and no sugar;
So beautiful and powerless,
I, your queen of diamond.
Priceless and rejected,
My heart, shattered like a mirror.
I dream of the sky,
Cyan and calm like the ocean,
I long to feel the winter moon,
But hands tied and body, tightly, strapped.
So pretty like a lilie,
Now, torn into pieces and wingless.
So naive and tearful,
Please sirs, don't break my virginity!

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