![]() The Harlot (2)A Poem by Terry O'LearyWhile all night queens carve figurines in gelatine and jade, Behind a door and on the floor a deal is finally made; A painted girl with flaxen curl has plied again her trade And now the care within her stare has turned a darker shade. Her lack of guile and parting smile are cutting like a blade.
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4 Reviews Added on December 30, 2015 Last Updated on December 30, 2015 Author![]() Terry O'LearyFranceAbouta physicist lacking gravity... learning more and more... about less and less... until we finally know... everything about nothing... more..Writing
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