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he caresses every bottlelike it's the first one he's hadsayingit ain't lovebut it ain't badit's the only rewardbestowed upon meand I have served faithfully
I can see he is scarredfrom doing some hard timebut I let alone what is broken'cause it isn't minehe strikes out at mewhen I am within reachthen he reaches for mewhen I draw the linesometimes it seems like loveis just a fancy word for compromiseyou gotta read between the yearsyou gotta write between the linesyou gotta try to understandthe grandness of the man behind the petty crimesand let him off easy sometimes
I have only just metan old old friendwe've been walking around holding hands
I hope some day he can bendas far as it takes to understandand risk breaking open again
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