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Out of Somewhere Blue

At group therapy we met

Eye contact at a premium

In terms of looks she was

Bordering upon medium

 

Mam and brother hated

She came to stay at mine

I rarely saw her sober

She hid a stash of wine

 

I really tried to love her

But I didn't have a clue

She'd bled, half-formed,

Out of somewhere blue

 

Men she cordially hated

I was a means to an end

A saf...

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