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Feb 2014
Police sirens blair miles away.
They are coming
somehow I know
but all I can do is keep walking
they go by so fast they miss me the first time
and throw it in reverse
both are out of the car instantly on top of me
fitting my new bracelets
Broken words try to explain what happened
but I don't really know
They say jail is where I’m headed because I said I’d **** her
and I left a pretty big mark on his head
where the bedpost hit him
Still ****** I had to pretend to feel remorse
when all I wanted was for him to get off me
¿Qué mierda, coño!
they said that night in that cold *** pit while they tested us for ***
the real punishment came the next day
when dad’s drunk *** finally found the courthouse
and they turned me loose
with forty less dollars in my pocket than when I’d arrived
I guess the temptation was too much for their slimy hands
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willimacster
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