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Devil's Isle

By M. Jay Mansfield

9-4-2000

Slit wrists and an angel's smile...
She was dying since she walked the aisle...
it was only...
only a matter of time...
she died a little bit every day of her life...
she was never born to be a wife....
but they never knew she'd pay to get out...
even if it meant her life....

She walked into the street....
hands wrapped in bags...
Mommie's little girl didn't want to mess up the floor....
she sat at the bus stop hands under her coat...
she smiled as the sun came....
but she never saw it go......

Such a pretty young thing....
such a battle scarred player....
no one saw the marks he left on her.....
he never had to touch her..
but he never had to love her..
the church..
the workers..
the family just smiled....
and she knew she had to go..
she just didn't know how....
so she walked out in the morning sat at the stop..
and finally she was free....

slit wrists and an angel's smile..
a pretty little girl caught on the Devil's Isle..
she was never meant to be left here.....
She couldn't leave her husband..
they wouldn't let her back..
so she smiled and packed her soul away...
she walked out to the bus stop...
now finally she's going home....
she had ...

slit wrists and an angel's smile..
a pretty little girl left on the Devil's Isle  

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