heart ran to dive into their swamp they'd bit and scratched, smashed and stomped then cast that witch right from their bed she'd cried and screamed, fought and pled words she slung would surely sting yet, wouldn’t change a Goddamn thing Ms. Butthole-Pants could not be bought despite how awful long they sought no matter, she would find her bliss abundant joy they’d come to miss her sorrow’s sea forever squalled love’s broken soldier, she’d be called her healing light had proven vast now worn with pride, this shattered past pinned by grief — beneath its shiv would prove her favorite place to live
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