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When a door closes another opens
Well… not on these burnt frames of mine
The burning dark fire places resistance
That breeds repulsions to all distance.
Tell me; have you loved in a whole tray
That all the love served were beams of light
Mimicking the Sunlight for the day,
Moon and twinkling stars at night…
So don’t blame me for being dark
Sellout, making love with hands out
When love I had suddenly turn lack
With perforation on my fickle heart.
A drop of water creates outcomes Even to rivers dried to bottom Petals are brighter as roses blossom From none other than a helper’s form…
To the ancestors, we poured liquors Not for the upper soils to drink rums Our cultured wrappers are not that bored I need an helper’s…
In every generation There is a strong adoration For the excessiveness Of general worthlessness In both values and in pride Whereas an end must hit…
With radiance of a sun crystal like an ice, Conspicuous to those with or without both eyes… Innocent and tender well wrapped in my hands…
Ooohhh nice. Breaking taboos eh?
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Well, it talks about a lady who is fade up on love, and has picked to rather have sex for money than love.
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Lol I got that bro that’s why I wrote the comment. Prostitution is a taboo subject and you’ve written it in a way as if it can be just a choice for some. Like a viable alternative to finding love and getting hurt.
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I am not proposing it as legal but stating a lament of an heartbroken lady who veered into such lifestyle. If the poetry could continue, no doubt I the author would highlight it as a taboo.
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