Thursday, May 17, 2012


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He grabbed me round my slender neck,

I could not call or scream!

He dragged me to his dingy room

Where he could not be seen.

He tore away my flimsy wrap

And looked upon my form.

I was so cold and wet and scared,

Whilst he was hot and warm.

His feverish lips he pressed to mine

I gave him every drop

He drained me of my very self

I could not make him stop

He made me what I am today

That's why you find me here

A broken bottle, thrown away

That once was filled with beer! 

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