With Only A Pauper's
Heart to Give.
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The morning started out a real
shit sandwich
that grew far worse as the day
progressed;
and
She was out there making
friends
with the world.
( as I rotted away in my
Loneliness .)
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Her cellophane-crackle lips
got
the whole thing started;
but she's also not the one to
blame.
Fault lies with the broken
hearted!
(and how they deal with shame.)
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so when I'm all used up searchin
for
a better way to be,
(and she quits telling me the finest
way
to live)
ill likely remain lost and lonely!
(with only a paupers heart to give.)
J.S.H.
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