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No Kiss On The Mouth
The hooker had saved a piece of herself,
a part kept new not old
As pure and pristine as a fresh running stream,
never bartered, never sold
The johns came and went, the money got spent,
each trick relined with pain
But in one sacred place, her past is erased
-where sun blocks out the rain
(The New Room: December, 2021)
a part kept new not old
As pure and pristine as a fresh running stream,
never bartered, never sold
The johns came and went, the money got spent,
each trick relined with pain
But in one sacred place, her past is erased
-where sun blocks out the rain
(The New Room: December, 2021)
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No Kiss On The Mouth
No Kiss On The Mouth
