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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.
In total darkness, suddenly the bulbs lit Just by the corners of the large lit up hall An eye that sees disregarded the shinning light…
From blown balloon to neonate She has made me a proud dad… Today is the yesterday Half a year ago she was born. Amazing, soon…
Please stay clear away from me There are clouds following me Dark and heavy, whirl and wild. To the round drawing table Back I go,…
Sweet Hazel Daddy’s first girl Precious heart God’s perfect art Greased with oil Made to allure. Achilles’s heel You are to me Give me five!…
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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