youre a harpy
claws, wings, feathers, empty
luring in men without hope of tomorrow
they are just settling for death
in the arms of a bastard creature
im sure he could stretch his arms
for anyone willing to spread their legs
and let their thighs become the walls
to his coffin
isnt that how it goes anyway
you renounce the right to be your own person
and follow a sad set of beliefs.
isnt it a shame.
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