My body is for sale
Spotty like cheetah
Over nose, below eyes
You're something; hair brown
Green eyes in sunshine; emerald
Mascara is black, makes you sharp
Nicely curved, well-arranged
Those arrows of eyelid, steal heart
You've exposed your skin
What is this but your need?
(Searching looks for relief)
It must be disbelief
In mankind, in the God and nature
You're seeking attention:
"My body is for sale."
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