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The Game

The boys went out
To play
They made her
Tie her hair up to play
Looking pretty for the day
 
Her eyes had gleam
Or so it seemed
They told her story
But carelessly
 
To only lonely boys
With no rules
But they didnt cry for her
They pinned her down
 
And playfully they
Watched
Her innocence
Drown.

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