Best Prostituting Poems
Broken: Prostituting Herself“Stop! Turn around! Withdraw from the war,
Choose another path to turn”,
Were the words I thought when I looked in her eyes,
And all I saw was her burn,
From long lonely years of hurt, tears and grief,
From selling her soul at the bar,
To have...
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Categories:
prostituting, desire, discrimination, pride, sad,
Form:
Quatrain