Imposter

Imposter

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She bowed her head,

As she walked the aisle,

Her cheeks blushed,

The moment he watched her smile.


She waited by the bushes,

For him to come by,

Little did she know,

That he was an imbecile.


He forced himself over her;

Her soul began to cry.

Her clothes were torn apart,

And the world called her an imposter-

A woman with a dirty insight.


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