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***** Very graphic poem. Please be careful...***** tears wash her baby face silently like the raindrops tapping outside her window she remains curled in the corner of her tiny room shaking limply with the fear of his return she pulls her shirt over her knees to cover the jagged pieces of what he left of her the creaking sound of footsteps echo in her ears she shuts her eyes as tight as she can as the footsteps creak closer and closer utter silence sweeps the air she opens her eyes with a sense of relief only to find him standing before her with a chilling grin on his dampened face fear dries the wetness from her eyes he covers her like a blanket scorching and tearing at her small body ripping her apart little by little he pulls away and looks down upon her pride playing in his cold eyes faint whimpers escape her breath as she struggles to pull herself together she crawls back to her safe corner her body wet with blood and tears aching and burning from the inside the thumping of her baby heart pulses throughout her being footsteps trail away in a distance a comforting voice whispers in the darkness of the room faintly I'm sorry I love you little girl it wasn't your fault.... © Copyright: All rights reserved 
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