The girl was playing
In the backyard of their home
A neighbor called her
And took her to his bedroom
Then raped her mercilessly
the mons pubis juice of a young goatling is always more than celebrating bakkar eid for the man described here-he has one of his 72 virgins then
If the boy tell the tragedy by nature threat, the girl remind the tragedy by human not so human threat
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I would like to translate this poem
No comment. I hate th@ man. Kill or castrate him in ur next poem