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A ****** girls stands on the corner. She's to young to be this aged. Flirty winks and forced smiles draw the suited men in. Heavy makeup, short skirt Drugs to forget her misdeeds Reminds herself not to flinch, their ***** hands ghost across her skin. She throws away her morals to please a corrupt man. For the price of disobedience Is her fleeting life.
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Nov 24, 2014
Nov 24, 2014 at 3:01 PM UTC
The Oldest Profession
A ****** girls stands on the corner. She's to young to be this aged. Flirty winks and forced smiles draw the suited men in. Heavy makeup, short skirt Drugs to forget her misdeeds Reminds herself not to flinch, their ***** hands ghost across her skin. She throws away her morals to please a corrupt man. For the price of disobedience Is her fleeting life.
LizAndLilacs
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Nov 24, 2014
Nov 24, 2014 at 3:01 PM UTC
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