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Poet: Kush Patel
Some days, he’s here Other days, he’s not Maybe off at a bar, Or sleeping around. But when he’s home I’m always there.
Maybe he’s drunk Or maybe he’s down So whenever he comes He beats on me And when he’s done He goes back out
With no one left To keep him in line, I must look forward To his fist and kicks
And repeat this cycle Because fighting is futile
One day he came, Ready and willing, But this time Before he could start He fell to the floor And as I watched him sleep His red booze spilled And covered the ground.
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