Taz X.T.R.
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A shattered image of your former self, far away from where you once was.
Layers of paint on your face like dark mud; to hide the inner self.
Your dignity is worn like shards of clothes sewn together.
The purity no longer here, the heart left vacant.
All that is left is an empty shell, filled with doll parts.
In a sad effort to mend a broken soul.
I wrote this a long time ago for a stripper named blue. When I bounced at Goldfingers in Florida. She seemed to have given up on life and had sold her dignity for a dollar. 🙁
Layers of paint on your face like dark mud; to hide the inner self.
Your dignity is worn like shards of clothes sewn together.
The purity no longer here, the heart left vacant.
All that is left is an empty shell, filled with doll parts.
In a sad effort to mend a broken soul.
I wrote this a long time ago for a stripper named blue. When I bounced at Goldfingers in Florida. She seemed to have given up on life and had sold her dignity for a dollar. 🙁