Gallery of Pain: Untitled by Jeanette
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Jeanette
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I shined my shoes,
glossed my lips and put on my best sunday dress. He untied me in the dark. I didn't suspect a thing (careless me) He spoke in tongues and I hate him, for everything I am. I wasn't looking to be saved but I took his hand anyway. |
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