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Bestiality at Bedtime

Little girls
We are Locked Up

Our only value in our golden hair
And wrinkle-free skin

Taught to want to be
Beauty

To fall in love with a Beast
To forgive our kidnapping and abuse 

Kissing frogs 
And unconscious 16 year olds 

Wicked fantasies 
Shoved in our face
& squeezed around our waist

But two princesses dancing
That's a horror to be shielded from.
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