More than a whore And less than a saint What I am Is a charity case. It's not about money And not about love It was a means To the ends That we both crave of. The attention and gifts For caressing and touching Fun for a night For a good time at midnight. A means to an end To satisfy the physical needs a mean to an end Of dulling the pain- The knowledge of knowing My heart is alone.
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One side note...when I mention "charity case" I'm talking about these girls in the early 20th century called charity girls...another bit of knowledged I've obtained thanks to good ol' college...lol
Birth sign: Gemini
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