Plea Bargaining

Plea Bargaining

A Poem by David
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Made of blood, made of guts, born from love, grown in fire, fed by hate, welcome to me; I may confuse you, please forgive me. 

© 2017 David



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This is wrenching for sure. But confusion...? I'm not so sure about that. If this poem is about you (not sure), you're as clear as rain.

Also, I'd never plead for me. (Or is it sarcasm that speaks here?)

Posted 8 Months Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

DIVYA

8 Months Ago

Ouch!

Ok. I get it.
David

8 Months Ago

You still smell lovely. Never worry, you're good people.
DIVYA

8 Months Ago

Thank you (smiles)

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Added on November 6, 2017
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Nassau, New Providence, Bahamas



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