House of W****sA Poem by BethWelcome to the House of W****s walk up close, open the doors. we are the ones who live here selling that which we hold dear for a taste of affection, perhaps for retribution; a punishment to ourselves, only time promises to tell. Shunned by those you deem decent, but no harm by us is meant. We want only to feel loved, for this only, long we roved, starved only for a soft touch, something that's not gotten much. Longing to hear gentle word and our sickness to be cured. If you think this you can do, make our tired hearts beat anew, walk up close, open the doors... Welcome to the House of W****s. © 2008 BethReviews
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13 Reviews Added on July 28, 2008 Last Updated on July 28, 2008 AuthorBethPhoenix, AZAboutPeople are in my head, scrambling around in quiet desperation to escape this prison and live their stories out on paper. more..Writing
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