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
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