Dora The Deceiver - Poem by Snake Blocker
I screamed 4U,
The pain in my gut was the warning.
The visions of betrayal were vivid.
And the prophecy of dreams became fact.
You fell from my grace…
Lost soul of disgrace,
You hid behind the slamming of a door.
Dora, you become a metaphor…for a Mexican whore.
No more deception!
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