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Blonde from 17

You scream at innocent children, 

You scream and shout, 

Madam you call a baby heard it through your door, 

Is that your cocainne son, 

Next door the one who says he loves me,

Buys me flowers that I throw, 

In hurled anger at your addiction, 

At another man, 

Who shines light in a dim world sometimes 

◄ Walk around the block

Take you Away, ►

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Philipos

Wed 24th Jun 2020 11:54

Wow.

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