He played me like a guitar, pulling at my strings. My laugh was his favorite song-so you bet your ass that I'll be singing it all night long.
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Babies Born Broken
Poetryliving life through my broken brown eyes eyes perceived through my messy words.
Guitar Strings
He played me like a guitar, pulling at my strings. My laugh was his favorite song-so you bet your ass that I'll be singing it all night long.
