Just a Snapshot
How times i pulled your hair from basin half sick filled
and cold sponged slurring love yous
borrowed always kept
tear always swept
How many midnight visits
and sofa turned to bed
breakfast smell
lingers with hot tea
and music all too loud
Those dicks who couldn't see her wonder
tears for those undeserved
i hope all she meet are honest
and her voice always heard
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