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poems Black little heart
Black little veins
Things can change
But they're still the same
Like the battered housewife
I am used to taking your pain
The bruises swell and I cry out
Blood flows freely like rain
The odd broken bone maybe
Black eye to find an excuse for
People think I’m really clumsy
For walking into that door
I try to forget what you do
Pretend I imagine these things
But I can’t take away
The agony you bring
