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Where The Real People Live

They're found in the streets      
pushing a shopping cart      
full of a life forgotten      
       
preferring to sleep      
blanketed by the stars      
than to be caged by four walls      
       
the whores walking the hoe stroll      
calling to the passing cars      
with flashing eyes and scantily clad bodies      
       
I've walked those streets      
they have been mean and kind to me      
in equal measures      
       
the streets still captivate      
to this day pull at my core      
the ugly places in me      
       
I don't fit in with society      
preferring it that way      
refined when I choose to be      
       
though it's just a façade      
I'm dark on the inside      
loving the rough hands        
       
of a man who knows what he's doing      
choking me while he fucks my slit      
this is when I feel most alive      
   
living life on the edge      
is where the real people live
Written by crimsin (Unveiling)
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