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Harsh nights, long days

an old soul with a young age

she skipped her whole youth

this ageless prostitute

Sex is her influence

money her motivation

survival her struggle

a life led alone

with no one to call her own

the hurts she's endured has

impaired her ability to trust

which fuels her image

ignited by lust

his, but of course

because she has none

left to possess

always in control

even her gestures

expose just how old

this game is to her

She justifies her actions

with monetary satisfaction

a heart a cold as ice

love being her biggest sacrifice

Always received and never issued

for her

emotions just aren't an issue

People pass judgement

she just smiles and relents

since

they need no explanation

because they are not

her salvation.

The path she chose

may weight heavily on her soul

who knows?

she does what she do

walks in her own shoes

with her head held high

this ageless prostitute