A Good Girl
She seemed to be good,
ugly in the make,
stuck to madnessI
a hypocrate, , , ,
sucking my blood under my nose,
the angel i knew was the devil in heaven
she fed on my blood and flesh
sleepless nights....early mornings, , ,
Sun rises on my face and sets on my back.
am an orphan to the world, but
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