Choose FirstA Poem by Dream Weaver
She never cared about her own life she put everyone first, choosing all the wrong men to quench her thirst. She was born to please, attached with a curse, she would never find true love, the meaning adverse. She dreamed of a love so refreshing so real, caught up in the moment for a man so genteel. Used and abused for her sexual deeds, she bows her head down and finally concedes. I want a life, she shouted, where true love resides, cascading waterfalls and carnival rides. Kissing with passion caressing with devotion all I ask for is some kind of emotion…
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