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 On the Other Hand
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when the hand that feeds you
beats you
what are you supposed to think
you love them for the nourishment
feeling guilty for the hate
life goes on
you don’t understand
why pleasure produces pain
and the arms that hold you
seem to choke you
so you turn away again
when the hand that beats you
feeds you
you learn how not to feel
cuts and bruises fade with time
but the wounds are never healed
do as i say
not as i doLithopolis, Ohio ‘85 |
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