Brent Beamer

I'm alone

For a penny a man couldn't make much sense

She's a servant to her god or so she says

And I'm left,

Me to be a burden in her baggage

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I sit still, her body turns away

I sit still, her body turns away from me, towards him

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Violent sheep

A nail hammered into wet cement

He was basic, but she likes the way he is

I'm a kid,

never to be delivered from the hole it sits

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