She was at a party,
She got drunk.
He carried her to
His bedroom and kissed
Her forehead.
-that is a ,man well raised
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Poems of the fragile heart
PoetryMy heart bleeds and it fills my pen with ink, and my soul is the paper
A man well raised
She was at a party,
She got drunk.
He carried her to
His bedroom and kissed
Her forehead.
-that is a ,man well raised
