i want to be pure
hot summer sunrays
a flower growing between cracked cement
behind an abandoned house
after the animal activist event
he ravaged my body
and took my innocence
only sixteen,
when I still had an identity left
he taught me a lesson,
that many others put in cement
you mean nothing
and neither does your consent
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