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Man

If roses were as red,

As the colour of my bleeding broken heart,

Then maybe one day I could understand how,

She could have thrown away my love,

Like I was some spare part.

Woman

If violets were as blue,

As the colour of my bruised face and eye,

Then maybe one day I could understand why,

He says he loves me,

But still beats me up like I’m his bitch to cum by.

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