she cried as the ropes cut into her wrists, he walked to her bruised body
and gave her a savage kiss,
the salt from her eyes stung open cuts, he's hit her too hard,
he'd used her too much, she's trusted him and gave
him her soul, now she lay bound, on the hard floor cold, through the window
she sees pure untouched winter,
the designs of the frost, and inside she screams sadness for her innocence
lost.

 
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