she.
she was with him,she was with me,she slept with him she slept with me,same bed same house same open front beat up meat barrel open space of just sex,she was my wife she was his woman,i know , he was blinded belived ever word she said, love but no funds skins open wound for a child of god..what a woman a child of god.on sunday she open her eyes and jump for god in vain, later she hug me hug him and and get tired of life and i wonder why she never die from me him and the sorrows of deceit she lived for, why she did not just walk away into a passing car.
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