And
Shall the spell be lifted
asking as eyes have shifted
knowing full well inside
this is a mere
amusement park ride
A
nother revolving door
slamming her like a whore
that she is deep in her soul
good for one more roll
as tears stream for more
she is an emotional bore
Her
heart hardened beyond repair
a vessel for breathing air
and fucking more
than her share
she's a horned harlot
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a good poem, ah love dominates us all, both men and women, if a woman sleeps around she is a whore, if a man sleeps around he is just sowing his wild oats, we are all whores, dancing through mirrors just to get laid.
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LOL, that IS one viewpoint to get laid. Could it be that we are all looking for the laid part as a replacement for love?
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