Stroll

Broken baby swathed in night
Glowing in the incandescence of street lights
They paint you up
They put you out
You strut
Facsimile pride
Bruises beget track marks beget children never wanted
Babydoll cum Barbie doll
Alone
Saved By those who stole your soul
Weighted currency
Skin
Bought by the act
Sold by the part
Bred to obsolescence
Sing me the song of your sweet tainted flesh
Your chorus of critically compromised virtue
Innocence lost to experience lacking intent
Once beautiful now Damned
Refuse Even to the pious

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