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To a Dead Husband

From the day Our paths met And you took my heart prey My joy away you kept. Of your deceptive love. I was a slave, a bond woman My joy now you are dead. I wish I could in your death Beat, exude my pains By your flexed muscles And kill you again. I am sad Though happy you are gone For you, mis-sought, I feel bad Glad for you are done. May angels carry you Devilish ones... Tortures of current of fire Beastly treatment For you are a beast... Shame you Gone I am free To start my life anew FREE.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2013




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Date: 7/19/2013 10:31:00 PM
Oh how powerfully written this is....I feel the pain that this woman has experienced...and not just this particular female but all of whom that were actually victims to domestic abuse. Great write my friend.
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Goodness Lanre
Date: 7/20/2013 5:04:00 AM
THanks Poet Friend. Really appreciate your stoppin by.

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