Dim light inside with the room spray
Stared outside by the window side
Waited for the ring: the door bell
At all, not for a room service
Only the guests of the day
Felt her unlike hell
Among the fragrance of human chemistry
Endless sinew and sweaty limb
None cares, she too.
High penny earned by the sigh of her
Like the queen of the moonlight,
Like the slave of the men.
Worshiped by her
Demons and cannibals of the dark
Hurricane never blown her outside
Since she turns oblate of her religion
Polluted tear hasn’t meant for cry
Fleshes no more soft longer,
Thorn left alone without the petals
Being numb after low breath
Teary eyes staring nothing get else.
No flesh no penny tonight,
No flesh no penny tonight.
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