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Violence in the Night
It all starts with his kisses
And soon he'll be calling you his missus
He says he loves you...sure
But there is always more
He comes near;
Although you hate to hear
The way he argues every year
You try to stop it,
It doesn't stop
His anger soon reaches the top
You try to run,
But he has a gun
You beg for him to stop
Quietness is broken
By a loud sounding pop
Another one of my poems that I wrote in the wee hours of the morning. It has a little bit of mystery at the end.
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