Looks an angel’s gift,
pain a demon’s twist.
Beauty bare for taking,
scars lie deep and weeping.
Soul left on the bedpost,
body sold be done quick.
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A two post Wednesday – ‘Sold’ here and ‘Old Ground’ over at mine.
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I like the play of your words pretty much. But could you help me? I”m not sure, if I got the point right (not a native english speaker…) What is the topic?
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You’ve got me thinking? I wrote this a year, maybe eighteen months ago and never posted it. I found it as I put a book of lines and poems together and like you liked the word play. It gives me a sense of entrapment, beyond that, I leave it to your mind.
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love this one Eric
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Glad to hear it, good to have you read me.
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I really like this. A raw description of prostitution and sex traffiking 😢
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Entrapment at it’s worse … yet so many other forms …
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Well done and so resigned and despairing. A dark one.
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Thank you Diana – I’ve few more dark ones – I tend to post them sparingly.
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I like dark, so I’ll enjoy them when they come. 🙂
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My first impression is this was about sex workers but the more I reread it, felt like it read more like a betrayal of youth such as experienced in child abuse. Whichever meaning brought you to write this, well done, Eric. 🙂
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Thank you Susi. I had nothing specific or of my experience in mind, I write of relationships and these words arose, I tend to use them as they are. Eric.
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Well, it was engaging and I thank you for that! 🙂
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