Unkempt hair
Distressed eyes
Faded make up
In sweating
Smell of smoke
Of sticks
Used bottles
Of liquors
She sits tired behind
The veil of darkness
Waiting for another lusted
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So so sad and eloquently put.. You are a compassionate soul and I miss you.I don't think you realise how close this specific piece sits in my heart.. Thank you Karen I know what you said of me reviewing your work but this piece deserves attention.10 out of 10