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the Scarlet Wall


Her body flung up against the scarlet wall Encased in sweat from her last call Perfume fading as she closed her eyes Body filling with the wishing of fresh air Instead, she was greeted with the scent of despair And lips on her lips Legs in the air Arms wrapped around his neck, oh so reliant Saddened that he was her next client But it didn't feel like it, it never did She loved him dearly since she was a kid But that didn't matter at the rate this was going He wanted to get started: no foreplay, just boning Her baby blue dress fell from the scarlet wall His vision engulfed in her all Black laced garments and cool purple hair He looked in her eyes to see what was there Her soul cried out on the Scarlet wall Where her innocence was lost and her life began to fall It held every scream Every moan Everything He saw that in her eyes and then it started to sting Her once beautiful scent turned into one of musk Her life was in the hands of people she couldnt trust Until now. He picked up her dress off the hard wood floor And grabbed her off of the Scarlet Wall Whisked her up off her feet And showed her her greatest defeat The Scarlet Wall, so plush and wide Showed the tears that she constantly cried And the actions that she had to subsidize In order to keep her being alive The Scarlet Wall held her whole life She didn't want to be there but she had to take the flight The wall...was more important than you thought It harbors the residue of the battles she faught The Scarlet Wall was colored by the blood of her obstacles heavied But now, because of him, it's all been levied The Scarlet Wall started to fade As its lover walked away Streaks came down in bloody tears As it regretted what it made her do over the years... The Scarlet Wall cried crystal clear tears
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a young woman that is different than most. writing is not a hobby, it is a lifestyle. i live to show people that you can express every detail of your life with simple words.

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