Auctioned
Sell my heart
Highest bidder wins
Auction my soul
Money into the bin
Keep me in rags
Hold me prisoner
Sell me for lust
Market as torture
Highest bidder rules
Nothing is denied
Sell my heart
Wither my soul
Turned to dust
I am thus
An auctioned soul
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Sonja Hand
I write, conduct social media and social activism for Small Business and Tea Party Conservatism. I am a direct descendant of the Mayflower, and everything American in between. Share your story, and I will share mine.. Live life to the fullest .. YOLO
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