RUINATION

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Stripping away its worth,
Deep from its soul,
Drenching itself, layer by layer,
Replacing solace with his craves,
Truths left untold, torturous breach within its crust.
Deviating light through its bright mind,
A piece shattered deep every night.
Scrubbing its skin,
A mind beautifully pure buried alive.
Caging its soul with the absence of fear,
Lingering words left in despair.
With an eager enclosed to disappear,
A woman bore within,
Misery within the beacon of light,,
Devotion towards dawn,
Life regains with another hope to be alive.

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