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 Consequences
At night I try to go to sleep, I usually
end up feeling bleek.
Tonight is no different, tonight and all
week.
I'm starving for something that I can not
eat.
Those times that I tried, but wounded, I
cried.
Some of them heard me while my man walked
by. The innocence forgotten,
the consequence is mine.


Susan Ann Landers
Copyright 2007  Susan Ann Landers



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