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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.
Soon you will be off an infant cloth And may encounter storms, dust and rust Some achievements may seem a mirage Unachievable until success emerge…
Let the pages fly and spread their wings Let my spilled inks make millions to think It is plain and simple, hope it sinks “All…
Simple or made into an Elf What is music to a born deaf? Same question goes without tongues Pot or Chef, who spoilt the stock?…
It is no news that the pigs are fat As a result of the embezzlements Taking politics as a personal farm Eating from the labors…
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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