Poem WHORE

Damned whore
We got unfinished chore
My heart is now broke
Luckily, I got some coke
On me, you turned your back
I'm back now to smoking crack

Not even cold whiskey, neither sniff of cocaine
They simply can't drive away this acid rain
There's nothing good for me in all of these
Empty memories, suffering, and a cold breeze


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