Who will protect you?

Don’t waste those heaves of your breast

On a nobody

Don’t rain your youth away

No one cares

They dream of you at night

Under folds, lying beside wives with throbbing wombs

They worship the very tread of your hair on your sweaty back

They don’t care about you.

Don’t scatter your fragrance to the airs

It will take you to them

And you wont ever return.

 

 

 

 

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