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11 Once

hatred curdles 
in Aunt stomach
noticing that the first thought upon the sight of
her nieces body
growing to be lovely
is terror
worry
anxiety
for loveliness?
loveliness is the first thing to be exploited
the satan 
stands against
is an advisery of
all that is lovely
kills the wonder
steals the trust
instills terror in the stomachs of 21 year old aunts
for their 11 year old nieces
she was 11 once

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