Man I loved being abused And I think you did too Kinda wish it wasn't over Please come back my four leaf clover Maybe it's no self respect My problem is that I easily forget You and I are the same in that And I think you also want to come back I think the abuse was love A traumatized version from above Neither of us could admit it So we kinda had to split it As Kanye says run away There's nothing left for us to say Except that u can always come back But remember we'll both be under attack
The dusk is to the Dawn
As the crowns to the peasants,
There lived a full girl on the top of Mount Pleasant.
So refined and drooled,
Her waist was all full,
She sat on her stool
Awaiting a tool
And from the tool
She would grasp the meaning,
And the voices in her head would not be demeaning
Before the rooster crowed
And the morning cow huffed,
The girl took a deep breath and out came a puff
And the puff blew her voice to the store
And the voice was heard from the first floor
And the sound echoed back from the door
"Woe is me, the holiest of whores."
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