When the light’s bit shady

The thirst in you dwells my land

My land is a slum of unprotected souls

Where your traces, protected with rubber.

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I mastered to lure your hunger

You mastered to bargain mine

Irony, it gets a different name

You head up and I lost in day life-line.

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Small me, hoped for an arm to rest

Every arm I now rest, sprinkle my chest

Rotten I ate were enough to live,

Fresh I now eat tears me down to hell.

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Sometimes, a hope abides on a full moon

Light full of satisfaction asides

Canopies build stoned with affection

Which darkness pours the art, I reside.

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The world rounds, the stars twinkle

So will the glooming moon shines,

Me sleeping with a smile underneath it

A craft that no one can take away.

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Note: This poem is written taking a prostitute as the main character.