She Was Used
She Was Abused
Never Having Anything Good
She Became A Crumpled Piece Of Paper
Laying On The Ground
In A Dusty Corner
When A Boy Found It
Took It To His Desk
Uncreased It The Best He Could
He Took Out A Pencil
With It He Drew Upon Her
To You A Sketch
To Them A Masterpiece
With Two Simple Words
Pinky Promise
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