May 16, 2005 22:26
like a whore she stands in that glass cage
naked of everything but a blush
the shame that burns her skin
a porceline body sculpted to perfection
fingers pointed insults hurled
hungry eyes devour her innocence lost
if only she could wake up the torture would stop.
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how can you blame me for being honest?
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"Knowing nothing is beter than knowing at all."
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