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Untouched

Untouched

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And she lies under the old oak tree

Still reminiscing about memories

A childhood spent escaping from

Peering eyes, school bullies


Adulthood reached without being

Touched by tentacles of love

Crutches always stood in the way

Died a virgin, pure as white dove



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