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tearless~with the talented highlyfunctional

my vulnerability looked vulgar on me    
and you weren't buying any of it
no pennies to pitch into my fountain
you don’t believe in wishes    
you thought I might try to cash in:    
honk twice and wait, just hand me twenty    
landlord's got a lock on my door    
abortion time daddy...don’t tell your wife    
you'd heard and seen it all before    
I was just a hooker with an angle    
with a new spin on sorrow    
prostituting her dreams    
for a piece of someone else’s    
a gambling man, you play to win    
never against the house    
I was sized up by expert eyes    
you waited for my tell, I went all in    
you saw something in me    
turned it around, then out    
raked in your chips with a laugh    
and felt me up under the table    
turns out I saw something in you    
a long con—artistry with finesse    
you'd spin my tragedy into cash    
for both of us.    
watching me wear sorrow like a vagrant suit    
discarded rags from bankrupted scheming    
ire raised a two-bit hustler was gonna turn legit    
you had a soft spot—a tell of your own    
I made you for a dacryphiliac    
the first time you made me cry    
Written by crimsin (Unveiling)
Author's Note
thank you dearest HF ❤
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