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Abusing Women II

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Rearranged in the Shakespearean Sonnet form...
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And so he pretends to be your lover,
But blames you for his own ineptitude,
'Til his subliminal rage takes over,
Resorting to brutal acts and language crude,

You protest and he becomes more irate
Anger and resentment builds, blinding him,
He says women lie and he's filled with hate
And suddenly you become his victim,

Used, battered, abused and accused by him,
You do not dare follow where he has led,
His anger is bright and his wits are dimmed
And if you cannot run, you'll wind up dead!

Where you needed love, the back of his hand
Is what you get, so run while you still can!

poem by Karl Stuart Kline
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