Her womb’s like a bleeding gun
She runs by night
Changes by night
Knows the power of the night
All these men
Gazing eyes
Gaping eyes
Money in the pocket
She can’t be denied
Time can surely reshape the form of ones dreams
Time’s unstoppable
You can push and push
but it will move on and on
Dirty linens
Lit cigarettes
Cheap words
Cheap wine
It once felt so very wrong
Those days are long gone
The power of the will to survive
The power of perseverance
The power of endurance
Sometimes we feel so alone
Just one breath and you’re gone
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