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THUSNELDA
these; bruised knuckles,
swollen head, faded speech,
staggerin' stamina, bad breaths,
you didn't need me to approach
you , not a wench;
one who knows not a taste
of your lips but whiffs of cigar,
whose hands hold you not
but to abuse you, they ponder!
Thusnelda, i was a devil's son,
son of a sinner, one far
from their vows, go on!
I never went on bended knees,
nor fold 'em damn hands,
but get wasted on bottles.
But now your one knows Jah.
#alcoholic
#Domesticviolence
#misogyny
#drunkard
#love
#divorce
#God
© Michael WRITTER
swollen head, faded speech,
staggerin' stamina, bad breaths,
you didn't need me to approach
you , not a wench;
one who knows not a taste
of your lips but whiffs of cigar,
whose hands hold you not
but to abuse you, they ponder!
Thusnelda, i was a devil's son,
son of a sinner, one far
from their vows, go on!
I never went on bended knees,
nor fold 'em damn hands,
but get wasted on bottles.
But now your one knows Jah.
#alcoholic
#Domesticviolence
#misogyny
#drunkard
#love
#divorce
#God
© Michael WRITTER
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