One jaded soul,
lost behind the toils and snares.
Watch it devour anyone who cares.
The frame of mind she's in,
no one knows better.
Sweet and sour soul, to indulge;
expose that virgin innocence
to men of the night.
Morning light birthed.
She approached her abode,
walking in from her nightly escape.
Needing rest, for she gave them her best.
Days flew by, then she took the test.
Happy Birthday Motherhood, guess what I got you?
But she wasn't ready, not a whit.
The beauty she had, she knows she sacrificed,
opening herself like a flower about to bloom
to the men of the night.
Now she's alone
and doesn't know what to do.
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