Silver Spoons and Lonely Nights

A frightened child looks to the corner;
Past it gaze all who adore her,
In their wanton ways they endeavor to beseech this place:
Never preach the praise of myth and keep her from that life of sick or vicious men
Who will seep and leech into her blood and
Like a viscous flood sap from her these glorious days.
She never plays.

By Tadzio R Martinez
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