Something Dark and Personal
There is words,
nothing at all,
just a whisper of a dirty whore,
claiming your her victim sill,
demanding to be heard,
but the mind resists to let reality go,
even though the whore persists
she is the one to go
Copyright © Boris Bear | Year Posted 2009
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