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Cracked Whore Skin
Contributed by
Alina
on
Friday, 6th August 2004 @ 12:36:15 PM in AEST
Topic:
drugabuse
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With her cracked whore skin
and a pale white face
She sits and remembers
Of days when she was young
In her four prison walls
Put up by her parents
She drifts away into that place
But soon finds a wonderful memory
of her crack whore dreams
and mindless schemes
In a puddle of ash she sits
And reminisces of better days
When she could see with her blue eyes
And had NO crack whore skin
Where her makeup was always pretty
And the city was her friend
But in her cracked whore skin
It doesn't ever end
Through fake eyelashes
And ripped pink stockings
With her crack whore skin
And a pale face
She remembers
But her memories
Disgrace,.... her and her
thoughts.
Copyright ©
Alina
... [
2004-08-06 12:36:15]
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Re: Cracked Whore Skin
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by cryingonmyporch on
Monday, 9th August 2004 @ 02:39:00 PM AEST
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I hear you on this poem. And if ever need someone I will be there for you too.
~Amy~ |
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