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THESE DAYS

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 Her innocence is disintegrating....

Her discernerable  eagerness for lubricated s is overtaking....
Ball breaking wall breakers erecting her red,...forcing the burden of motherhood its breathtaking...
These days.....
 
Her young body by GOD saturated in luke warm backlash.
Mislead by seductive glorified kaleidoscopes.
Beastly betrayals abolish her young innocence,..  parental prostitution in a sense...
These days .....
 
Superior to privilege, she is a child unknowledged,...
equating sexuality with self worth... Vaginal supremacy has consumed her in great girth...
These days .....
 
Now at.. just fourteen she's hanging in lean on the arm of some coke peddling pimp king...
and on the corner she's swiveling her undeveloped hips, and as cars go by she's giggling with over painted lips.
 
Struck down for looking up she keeps her head bowed, belittling her brow she's a TRU slut now.
Her youthful hood is thwarted, a misguided visionary her vision has been distorted, her insides contorted, her mind dismantled and her body__ in shambles...yet these days this young child swears she has a handle.
 
Engaging in hell bent sexual exploits she adds insult to assaulting injury, but that's alright because he’s complimented her vaginal muscles arresting ability. Curiosity bound by measure she allows him to brick lay her sweet tender treasure,... she has a higher hope for his appreciation but instead she is shot down by his accelerated semen saturation.
 
Now at just fifteen she's hangin in lean...not only on the arm of her coke peddling pimp, but she's trying to hold on to her lifeline, its limp. She's been through the bedroom rampages, and she's accepted her spiritual segregation, now she's started reflecting, she's started accepting THIS was not her intention.....
 
HER PAIN HAS BEEN DEFINED BY SEVERAL AGONIZING MOMENTS, HER VAGINAL VESSELS HAVE BECOME A HOSTAGE IN VARIOUS BACK ALLEYS AND CRACK HOUSES
HER CRIES HAVE BEEN LYRICS TO A SAD SONG CALLED “FALLING SILENT” and her puppet masters evil has enjoyed her ignorant compliance.
 
Now she's searching in the distance for a familiar prodigy, she's lost herself in this tactical, maniacal, monopoly.
SHE'S BRUISED AND BATTERED HER BODY, SHE'S BROKEN DOWN AND SHATTERED HER MIND... I'm afraid this young girl has wounds too bad to heal over time... THE AFTERMATH OF HER SHAKEDOWN HAS LEFT HER JUST TOO BEAT DOWN TO LAY DOWN. SHE'S COMMITTED A PERSONAL CRIME OF PASSION SHE'S BEEN HER VERY OWN ASSASSIN.....
 
THERE ARE PIECES OF HER SCATTERED YET TO BE BEAUTIFUL WAS ALL THAT MATTERED STILL SHE REMAINS BRUISED AND BATTERED A BLACK EYE IS HER MASCARA 
and the arm of that coke peddling pimp added a nice blue/black /purple tint to those over painted lips....
 
Not these days but uughh rightnowadays  she hangs in the back alley of a bar called SLY RAYS and this young child has lived out the last of her days. Just two hours ago some guy named john heard her last moaning sigh and sadly right about now there are flies buzzin around her eyes....
 
She was a sweet little girl, her name was Noreen.
All she wanted was to feel beautiful.
And now she sleeps to dream.
 

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