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Behind this maroon curtain
Lies a girl so naked

She feels her bone crack
And her wicked laugh
She hates her touch
And woes to not hurt.

The red turned black
And world shrieked in lack
Felt the pain of loss
Was it really the time to cross?

Cross the threshold of pain
Was the gamble to be not stain
Was her touch that curse?
Or her past was the course?

Was she hiding her shadow?
Or was the world scared to know verity?

Was the utopia of being in question or the naked being the only truth?

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