For Sale On The Corner Of 1st And 3rd Poem by Ace Of Black Hearts

For Sale On The Corner Of 1st And 3rd



The demons you say. They made you do it again. Prostitution the only life you ever known. Will you ever let it go. Who told you that's all you were ever good at. Tear up the contracts. Come with me. Leave place make it a forgotten race. Live the simpler life. An increased self of steam. Less risk of disease. By no means am i asking you to be nun. Because every girl needs a little fun. But don't sell it, or bank on it to save your life. The body was never designed to be so used. Take it slow, look around. Guess what you found, sanctuary. Inner peace. So damn proud with yourself. All you have to is get away. Soon you will realize you missed love. An emotion that can't be conquered by the greatest of men. Just think of the battle for troy. Ships ahoy. Please don't go back. Its time to act. Am I'm getting through to you? Or is it so far out of my reach. Blame anyone you want. But be damned if ill feel sorry for you. For its something only you must choose. A life of substance not abuse. Like a recluse i must watch in despair.

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