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La Belle et la Bête

Poor,
yet stunningly pure.

Sold by her father to a beast, 
a daughter not worth more than jewels,
Beautiful hearts have no means against riches.

Forced to procreate,
and suppressed from the outside world.
Look in and see a loving mother,
a bit deeper and a young girl suffers.

Gala upon gala,
Bastard come, bastard go.
The beauty is all worn up,
and they found her throat slit
on shards of a broken teacup.





Written by SychophanticSlag
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