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Lying, cheating
thieving swines’.
Stole my life –
then broke my mind!

Caught my soul
and watched it shatter
Loaned my love for life,
to batter!

First they broke me!
Then they raped me:
Doubled back
and swiped my money!

My friend butchers –
beggars all!
Stole my brightness
killed my soul.

Those dawns you dance for
where loves eye might see,
leaves nothing to cry for,
still loving you greatly

Sore

My sore friend
His heart
It stuck in her throat
Sad day
She cried, he lied
He cried they tried
Poor sore pal
Lost hope
No dope
Got gal, oh how!
Drops fall
And rolling off sour cheeks
The tracks tears leave
Dry slow