With her virgin face she warned me,
every feature telling me to stay
virgin-faced -
unaware; untouched.
My mind was on the ceiling and, when there was none, in the sky;
it saw me virgin-faced no more,
and, crying bitter tears from its haven safe up high,
it watched my soul being rent in half
over and over, getting smaller
throughout these shameful years.
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