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Bare For him to see For him to touch and feel Soft skin under his coarse finger tips Stifled tears, and a lantern is lit ‘You owe him a laugh’ they said ‘A kiss and a dance in this pleasure night For he had paid your price’ My price three golden coins in the pocket of a man Who kidnapped me when I was a mere child of nine Who brought me to a house to be beaten and torn then learn to obey, I did, for I no longer had a soul Bare For him to see For him to touch and feel In this nights, and the many nights to be A stranger with golden coins, A smiling girl with a heart that weeps.
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Jun 18, 2019
Jun 18, 2019 at 5:08 AM UTC
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Bare For him to see For him to touch and feel Soft skin under his coarse finger tips Stifled tears, and a lantern is lit ‘You owe him a laugh’ they said ‘A kiss and a dance in this pleasure night For he had paid your price’ My price three golden coins in the pocket of a man Who kidnapped me when I was a mere child of nine Who brought me to a house to be beaten and torn then learn to obey, I did, for I no longer had a soul Bare For him to see For him to touch and feel In this nights, and the many nights to be A stranger with golden coins, A smiling girl with a heart that weeps.
I always sympathize with prostitutes, no one knows what they had been through and how they ended up where they are, yet society judges them. One never knows the choices he would have made, had he been in their shoes.
#brothel#price#broken
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sarah-8
21/F/Iraq
Jun 18, 2019
Jun 18, 2019 at 5:08 AM UTC
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