A New Woman

horrible words of rubbish

scared now of your speech.
Harmful like bottles of dateless bleach.
Behind her closed door do not ask thee.
Me i keep me to me.
i let what it be does be.
Do not speak about her a thing she has a clean pure natural heart.
So what does it be, why ask them it could have been from someone else she does know in Britain.
Why be about the same person?
She hasn't sent her any letters or pictures why send so many pictures.
Those things only be memories not for sending away to a curse.
So you to talk rubbish and burn do it not.
I do not want to come miles to hear all this rubbish over and over and over again like a CD on repeat.


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