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SOME KIND OF DISEASED LOVE

Shut-up and please
You're a slut
You're a junkie bitch
You whore
Why do you lie to me

Poked and stroked raw
she screams with life
He can always satisfy
or so one thinks
She won't stray too far
from that good time lay
She won't stray
although she knows
she can not stay

Ten o'clock tolls and in they stroll
Another two hour roll in the hay

Tied to the bed her ankles bleed
Rope burns bonded hands
It's the twist into an epileptic nightmare

Eyes closed stream tear
past blue earlobe
past the whispered words of love

I hate
I hate you

It's one more beer
another last cigarette
end of an evening's lust
It's that place to face one loved
someone so dear

With a slap to the face and ass
she feels another night end with a loving thrash

Stroked and poked raw
she screams
If this tragedy ends
there will be no security blanket near

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