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I thought a monster has it all
Hairy, scary, talks a twisted creole
looks like someone who holds the ladle
someone who prays at night, in its middle
She tell a lie when the moon is bright
She's all pale and afraid of the light
She laughs with me when I'm alone
She goes and returns to this stricken home
A fine woman before all I knew
the darkest secrets she won't let us know
Sought a different kind of happiness
Something that puts the family in distress
I wonder if she felt extreme, when she
Allowed sinful penis in her uterine
I can crack my head, I cannot accept
She turned into a monster, I lost my respect
I can forgive but I will never forget
Your sin that we will forever upheld
The more the lies, the more the hurt
I want to put a bullet just like Kurt
I hate you mom for forgetting us
Indeed, the present cannot change the past
I saw you smiling when father died
I told you I love you, I lied
The rarest flower is the one that blooms in adversity. His quote for me.
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Part of the Poetry collection
Published on August 01, 2017
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