Sea urchin. Dweller. Nothing more.
A young ward turned a filthy whore.
The young lad weeps, and strays afar.
The cabbie's daughter feels nothing more.
She feels, she sees, nothing more.
A future foretold in modern "folklore".
A tale so dark, taking the pure.
A young ward turned a filthy whore.
He's running, huffing, falls to the floor.
Still hurt by the girl who's love he swore.
He's begging and pleading to God, "No more."
The young lad weeps and strays afar.
A middle-aged man without much to lose
sits idly, rotten straight down to the core.
For what he once thought would be his muse
created a downright filthy whore.
The cabbie's daughter feels nothing more.
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