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.
© 2015 Terry O'LearyAuthor's Note
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4 Reviews Added on December 30, 2015 Last Updated on December 30, 2015 AuthorTerry 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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