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Nightingale
A celebration of knives, one can only dream, what's a child to do, how can she be?
Clean up your act the clock is ticking, tick tick tick!!!!!!
A drink for the pleasure, a night filled with lust, a man and a women to young to trust.
There's a fire, then a shock, through her skin she feels unlocked.
Hit the panic switch, an acid taste, covered with hate physically ill, every thought enhanced.
The days go by, she's terrified, a man she loved, all hope is gone.
Now paying the price, denied advice, drowning in her grief, blinded by desires.