Misfit Dolls (The Prostitures) Poem by arsmitha khanna
Misfit Dolls (The Prostitures)
Table tops being my playground,
Life to me a merry-go-round,
even fable cops playing with
Their pay strangling me to death;
To most im a filth,
To rest only a myth;
Thorny roses thrown at,
It is nothing but a fashion of love act;
Tuesday, September 12, 2017
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