Silently she sits in her room
Imprisoned ere death in a tomb
A fault within and out of womb
Loneliness to death is her doom.
From home to school she did not go
Her father said the girl’s a hoe
For inert sin she’ll have no beau
The world beyond she did not know.
Sixteen years, no taste of a kiss
No touch of skin, or love’s sweet bliss
Live, laugh, and love did not exist
Her heart and soul were gone, amiss.
Pious sire named her a disgrace
To the world she revealed no face
Eternal life in dreary place
Such is the doom of Amanda Grace.
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Ashley Maureena
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