Why suffering still shines proud, on my epitaph of unhealed maladies...Mature

I have to breathe my fate with trust; For, I know fully well that my pride no more lies, In escaping rape, In running away from the uninvited, undesired touch Of a man's curse in my sacred privacy, Which not owned by his posession, Was gifted to me by God's blessed hands. As my layers of privacy opens, You can see virgin buds of hidden opium, Devoted to love's guardian prince, And not the rapist of satan's grave...
The End

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