She sharpened her tongue
on whiskey and Rye
and the concrete were she
found herself sleeping,
Wwile years of intolerance
and pain, even in it's abusive
form was indeed love to her.
Terry carroll
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Comments
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Very sad but true. Great write, very well expressed.

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Wow..this is sad and pure reality!!! Great job!!



