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The Old Whore
Once there was a light in your
eyes, brighter then all the
stars combined, and your
beauty carved perfection
ripe with magnetism,
But time chipped and chiseled
away, reveling scared lines where
once there was none, and a life
far from paradise deaden your
eyes to extinguish all spark
of vigor and life.
You had hair as fain as
spun silk, which followed you
everywhere in never ending waves,
now dull and flat remaining stagnant
wherever you step.
Once dainty feet appearing as
fragile as glass, porcelain smooth,
upon gazelle legs of grace made
for dancing and intertwining,
now deep grooved in river veins
and old dead skin, where ungracious
growths formulate.
Breasts stood high and
young, heavenly orbs begging
for finger and tongue,
now limply dangle far past
prime.
How many have come over
the years to take another
piece away, tarnishing
what once was pristine
leaving only disease and
toxicity.
The shine long rubbed raw
by so many passing hands,
you wither and wait now
simply to die with only
your memories and regrets.
12:09 PM - 12/4/2006 -
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