We are harlots; we have no widowhood.
We are the flutes and men are the flutists.
The flute is there after the flutist dies.
When a lover goes, would come another.
We won’t choose men; they choose and reach us.
We don’t love man for heading to marriage.
We kindle in men lust they miss in wives.
We are the cause for why there is no rape.
13.08.2014
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