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Friday, August 29, 2014

Satan's Delight

Don’t let it break you, girl
The forlorn world
Stabbing its venomous fangs
Like daggers down your throat

You must trade
Your careless laughter
For the stranger’s pleasure
Every night-
A Satan’s delight

Can you sell your skin?
Can you fake some more?
You ain’t the prettiest, you know!
They say, that woman next door
Makes a better whore

Don’t let it break you, girl
This forlorn world
Beneath your tainted bosom
Beats your heart of gold






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