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Mar 2013
Prostitution is a sin,
so follow me and fit right in.
take my hand and let me lead you,
into the place that wants to feed you,
feed you lies with vile taste.
She swallow's them all with hope of truth,
they trickle down her throat with belief.
For years she had known the touch of old lonely men,
it filled her with grief.
She was scared of what would happen, so she kept the ***** secrets in.
She was UN-pure.
She has no family, let alone no friends,
shes destruction at it's finest.
So turn on your red illuminating light and take a stroll into the night,
to reminisce about the ***** you used to know.
*******.
Tonya Cusick
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Tonya Cusick  23/F/Joplin, mo
(23/F/Joplin, mo)   
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