HER.

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HER...


If only I could explain,
How her heart is grateful yet plain,
To handle this mistreatment with a deal,
For her soul is known for its zeal;

It was never her fault,
But she happened to always suffer the assault,
Whatever she wore you still stared,
Though she was innocent and unprepared;

But I wish if only once you walked her shoes,
And were viewed as a means of abuse,
Sorry I didn’t mean to hurt your conceit,
But if only once you would walk up that street,
In her form and shape complete,
You would never ever repeat,
Your brutal acts of mistreat,
In fact, you would rather make them appear obsolete;

          Then, I promise you, you would be remembered in regards to your discreet!


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