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Path to Womanhood
His eyes beckoned to me
Admiration shone deep within
Masking the lust that lay beneath
Was it to be deemed that I was to
Be nothing more than some sort of
Ancient chalice or maybe mere
Bragging rights
At my youthful bequest I laid myself out
Like some morbid sacrificial lamb being
Lead to slaughter
I gasped at the realization of it all as the
Air caught in my chest for that which for
Me would forever be lost
G.L. Buchanan
04/11/07
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