Inprisonment
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He came today-
for the girl;
on the 6th floor.
She went with him,
peacefully-
or so they thought,
evidence of him was there
there on her arm,
was written
G/O/O/D/B/Y/E
His existence was unintended,
Brought to be by raging hormones and rotten nuptials,
And that is the life he lived.