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She - Always A Whore

She - Always A Whore

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They stared and smirked

They ogled and burped

Smacking lips while eating

Eyes on her lurked.


They reeked of wine

She fumbled into her bag

For something nothing

Her watch struck nine.


They followed, she sped

Pacing fast, she ran.

They smacked and burped.

Looking for some more

Again they smirked.


Her eyes torn, limbs sore.

They say, "what a whore!"

She wanted to be chased

Since she was four!


In the dark night's veil

Were hidden her intensions

Those fumbling and trembling 

Are only pretensions!


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