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This came to me while out on a trip to Southport, looking at the houses on the way
Shabby nets on dirty windows
Four walls hold a life of tears
Trapped inside disabled from life
Pains in her heart cuts like a knife

She who gave him everything
Kept prisoner for by his fists
She who’s life was dark and dull
No happy ending or miraculous twists

She has no friends or family
That’s why she is never missed
Bruises covering her skin
She is hated and never kissed

Why you ask is he so cruel
How can this animal hurt her so
Why if he doesn’t love her
Can’t he open her cage and let her go

The neighbours haven’t got a clue
No one ever thinks it odd
They say she keeps her self to her self
As on with life they plod

If in the street they pass him
He greets them all with a smile
They all say he is a lovely man
But they did not see HER for a while

Behind shabby nets and dirty windows
She cries a silent tear
Disabled from life for so long now
Out side the door holds her greatest fear

She will stay there for now silently hurting
Till one day he beats out her last breath
The neighbours will be shocked to know
How he caused such pain and death

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