

....SOLDHer breath wreaks of gin As her body dances in sin Wearing secret scars within And she cries tears when....SOLD
She looks at her reflection Knowing that there is no correction Mad that there is no connection To an angel of protection She lurks the streets as a ghost Not visible to most Where destruction is kept at post. I hear her cry at night Wanting to give up the fight Because in her darkness she sees no light And she searched and searched with all her might She strips her body bare Thinking that nobody cares Her essence is what she shares
You've got some really lovely poems here... very nice!
Keep up the great work!
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Yay......
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J'ai Aimé...
J'ai Souffert....
Maintenant, Je Hais.
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