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Lap

Like a toothache on roids 

Trying hard to fill voids 

Of a life falling short of the hype 

Turns her back on her peers 

Who have warpaint and spears 

At the heart of this vulnerable type 

When her pandora\'s box

Breaks like water on rocks 

Splinters puncture her porcelain skin 

Empty eyes try so hard 

As she lowers her guard 

To keep up with a head in full spin

He\'d been biding his time 

As she marched past her prime 

Wearing armour as sharp as her blade 

Her surrender was swift 

When accepting his gift

Of a day in the sun free of shade 

As she let herself go

Juices tingle and flow 

Through a body so tense it could snap 

Her exhausted frame sinks 

As he eagerly drinks 

From the cup that she keeps by her lap