prostitute

in poetry •  7 years ago  (edited)

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Prostitute.
Living alone is irregular.
Have no way to go home.
He also continues to languish in adultery.

Prostitute.
Waiting for customers in the middle of the night.
With the urgent need for life.
That keeps circling unstoppable.

Sometimes he is bored with what he did.
But the greedy money is always a bribe.
And he got lost in a misleading stream.
Full of unavoidable sins.

Their bodies are no longer sacred.
Drowned in self-loathing.
Starting an unreachable heartache.
For being deceived by the intimacy of love into the worldly lust.

They-they're no longer thinking about his future.
And a short journey
without suffering long.
He was tireless looking for thick pockets.
Although sometimes humiliation and torture befall them.
Still undertaken with forced.

Only God knows.
When was he aware.
And understand the meaning of a struggle for life.
Not a narrow mind that is always in priority.

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