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Tattered & Torn

5pm One, two, three Pieces of Me Four, five, six I’ve been hit with sticks Seven, eight, nine I no longer whine Ten, eleven, twelve Dusty, I sit up on a shelf Dolls played with nicely Why wasn’t I? Sweet talk, caresses By some stranger guy Guy was no stranger We knew his name Man was my father They called him, Eddie James 5:10pm

Copyright © | Year Posted 2009




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