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A pale fragrance lingers as she thinks back to last night. The sheets of her bed cry and scream for attention. Her bed yearns for action as it is succumbed to being shoved into the wall countless times. Night after night.. But on this night she summons up the explicit scenery planted her in sub-concious mind. The one thing she's been trying to run away from. So she comes back to reality and realizes that she's hungry,as she sits in the depths of her despair. She leaves her apartment. And the only things comforting her are the soles of her feet, becoz... when she walks the ground speaks. She leaves her heart in the dump Because she knows that it isn't worthy enough for the night. She has long died on the inside So she swallows her pride And Gives the last man a joy ride Not long after she's found next to the dump on the street side. Atleast she was left next to her heart :)
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Jul 7, 2015
Jul 7, 2015 at 5:59 PM UTC
The Harlot
A pale fragrance lingers as she thinks back to last night. The sheets of her bed cry and scream for attention. Her bed yearns for action as it is succumbed to being shoved into the wall countless times. Night after night.. But on this night she summons up the explicit scenery planted her in sub-concious mind. The one thing she's been trying to run away from. So she comes back to reality and realizes that she's hungry,as she sits in the depths of her despair. She leaves her apartment. And the only things comforting her are the soles of her feet, becoz... when she walks the ground speaks. She leaves her heart in the dump Because she knows that it isn't worthy enough for the night. She has long died on the inside So she swallows her pride And Gives the last man a joy ride Not long after she's found next to the dump on the street side. Atleast she was left next to her heart :)
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Jul 7, 2015
Jul 7, 2015 at 5:59 PM UTC
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