Burnt cigarette ends
Smeared lipstick
Stained bed sheets
Desperate bodies.
The phone rings
A soft voice
Pleading and begging
Ruffle of clothes.
The door slammed
Bizarre dreams
The taste of hash
A broken heart.
Dozens of men
Some pregnancy tests
Two abortions
A loveless dream.
The Empty soul
The twisted mind
The beggar in me
Is out for more.
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