I Am A Woman Disowned By The Caress Of Men
They are harshly laughing at the tired feet of my abundant life
Shaming me recklessly at my lowest
Watching me silently in pleasure of seeing my body turning into punching bag
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Let me look at your optic
And stop sour liquid of sadness oozing from behind
Allow me to sneak stealthily in to you
To comfort your soul
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