Lady Rain Poems

Your hands are fuckin' filthy.
How dare you touch me with those hands.
How dare you graze then upon my body with such love then such pain.
Don't touch me with those hands that lie.
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Standing in the doorway he tells me to leave.
Why does he feel the need to cause my heart to bleed?
Not wanting to be seen, I hide behind my scares from a broken heart.
Homeless and lonely I cry to myself behind this wall with quite stelth.
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