The Lowest of Low

Love kicked me with no hesitation 
I am sore as a vigorously used muscle 
I have became love's rag doll
Started up, but soon plummeted downward 
Love has grabbed and choked me abruptly 
As of right now, I am dead as a door nail....
Copyright © | Year Posted 2016

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