It didn't enter to her innocence
That all the luxuries sprinkled on her
And the hospitality extended to her,
The one seeking shelter and livelihood,
By the old matron in her vast mansion
Were the bribes to promoter her preparedness
To entertain men on bed to earn her.
It was too late for her to resist it.
14.05.2023.
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