you got only a crumb
i feel for you
it makes me hurt, numb
to think that a sweet gal
like you
went without
to God i want to shout!
give her what's due
red - not blue!
pleasure, not grief
love and sexual relief!
don't ignore
the empty, the poor
Sir, open your Door!
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