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Sep 07

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Drowning Dreams

A long crawl to my bed
With a hundred proofed head
Forgetting all the words I’ve said
I regret the stumbles ahead.

Courtesy of: Aimanness Photography

It’s becoming my water
An ecstacy bottle
The result of my daughter
Who gives me nothing
But emotional slaughter.

Who could blame the hate in her face
I too had a dad of disgrace

He taught me to cheat
To beat women up
And make them give up
Standing on their feet.

Control is a moral
Abuse it with loud oral
Drown them above the beautiful coral.

Seeing colors as their last breath stops
Not realizing she managed to call the cops
Put away for multiple lives.

Thank God I woke up
And knew I was all right.

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