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Strands of hair, that cloak her face

Hide her shame, and life’s disgrace

A woman lost, too many others

All they do, is hold and smother

Her heart, into pieces, now shattered

Thrown away, broken, battered

Left to find, a place to survive

Somewhere, she can stay alive

Away from the streets, and johns who claw

She cannot take this, anymore

Tossed aside, like a bag of trash

Favors returned, for want of cash

They do not care, for what she’d be

This woman, in search, of humanity




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