Shame on you
Oh please, don't call me a s*ut.
It's not like that, it's just the legacy of my blood.
I'm not for sale
So, stop making myself hurt (by saying so).
If you hate me, fine
But don't hit me in the heart.
Just look into it, my heart -
Death lurks there: sour but certain, f*ck.
Copyright © Mesbahul Haque | Year Posted 2025
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