Her beautiful brown eyes rain in pain,
I tell her, "Don't do this, Mama. It's in vain."
She breathes free for a second and wails,
One free second costs her a lifetime in jail.
I want to murder this girl in the mirror,
Get her framed and put a wreath of cactus.
Sins she has committed have eclipsed digits;
Demons like her need to be eliminated.
So what if she once was a harbinger of joy?
So what if she apologizes when they cry?
Past should never be accounted for present;
Her sorries are hollow, nothing they mend.
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