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She's imprisoned your soul: never doubt it,
And all you can think now, is about it:
By neglecting the most basic need of body
While she's high above it, so haughty;
Has left you vulnerable to anything; anyone
And you feel no joy at the setting sun
Nor the rising sun; you live in deep shade,
She's clipped your wings short, without a blade.
Whatever her reasons might have been,
She's reduced your precious gift, to a sin;
Maybe none will ever call her 'whore'
But she's hobbled your soul forever more.
You need to escape the marriage from hell,
Because for you, it's a bottomless well,
You're just another household pet,
Castrated down at the family vet
So you won't cause trouble or make a mess-
Where's all that love, she used to profess?
Patti Masterman
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Tuesday, April 13, 2010 |
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