Hanna hopes to go back home
To her handsome Hampton house
Past the perfect picket fence
And her barbed wire bed

Craves his careful, crafted cries
Falls for falsely fashioned tears
Hopes to hold his heartless hands
Safely in sobriety

Tried to tame his trenchant touch
With her bosom bounteous
Stillborn sorrow rising, since
He knew it wasn’t really his


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