An Iniquitious Night Hawker
She knows him to be a destroyer
Oblivious of having made her, a self-destroyer.
With great passion she hates him
But gave herself to him.
Here he comes again
To make her do what she hates.
Fun you may say she derives now and again
But disgust is what she accommodates.
The only way out, though she seeks
For freedom she loves to obtain.
There stands on her way a veil
That make her shatter the safety she seeks.
Though she often hears a voice calling
Lift thy hands and thou art free.
She seldom tries
But her past keeps hunting.
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