ଲାଇବ୍ରେରୀ
ପ୍ରୋଫାଇଲ୍
(poetry from a prostitute)
(poetry from a prostitute)
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I had the courage to
touch you like the lamp
for its skin
Shedding the scrapes of light
dispersing the oeuvre
While you were painting
your red flag of infatuated ink
on my body
It splutters the whitest pigment
of my past with you
My body is no longer here to
lure the folk
My dear one.
As spoon
Attraction had
break the shape like a sharp fork.
Tonight this hands
will rain .....
The best
