Dust
She was everything her mother had dreamed of
Beautiful soul, bright eyes, charm that Sinatra couldn't live up to
Heart of abundant gold
4 years old and the future was all hers
She was everything her mother had dreamed of
Generous hands, luminous smile, intelliegence that knew no boundaries
7 years old and the future was all hers
She was everything her mother had dreamed of
Alluring voice, independent force, unencumbered state of mind
9 years old and her future was gone
She was everything her mother was afraid of
Degraded body by the hands of demonic men
She was everything her mother was afraid of
Beat and bruised, stained soul, muffled cry
15 years old and her future was gone
She was everything her mother was afraid of
Blood blotched legs, restless eyes, thunderous stomach
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