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Jun 2021
The music plays
Her body moves
All eyes on her

The attention drives her.
Lust her second name
Her conquests being across all.

Each one thrills her for the night
but leaves her cold in the morning
Her heart aching silently

The prison she created
It keeps her heart protected
but leaves her money as revenge

A man knocked down her walls
understood her pain
Warmed her in the morning

Life being vengeful
killed the man she loved
her passion dying with him

The attention now is her poison
as she lets men have her body
but her heart cold and alone

Once more
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