Town slumbers on
As crawl dark
Sneaking my defiler
The priest son
And law comer
With beret and boot a match
Him march street thro
A lamp his head
That wound a breast
Baton leg his held gaze
Along memory murmur
Saunter by and by
Since seal mine thieve
His caress weighs soul
Glistening torn skirt
That hungers rape still
A crave to sate
My scar a mend
By tunnel, wait night
Hoping by come
With baton charged
To tear a blouse
As slit mine
I fasten breathe
And soul free
A knife in bosom
His throat to slit
I crawl nights still
Desiring a rapist
Bought a candle
To use a funeral
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