you cut me once
you cut me once
you cut me twice
it was not clean
it was not nice
you met me slow
you left me quick
a sudden swerve
a sudden kick
you held me high
you dropped me down
you left me groaning
on the ground
you loved me once
you hurt me twice
your heart was hot
but now it's ice
Joy Weare,
2nd August, 2010.
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