Some are born to stay to be loved and some to leave. You who judge a woman even as a whore, it is to her honor. The prostitute offers function a wasted body that does absolutely nothing what does it offer? It's gray matter and it takes place.
I've always liked solo hookers. They look straight at you, they smoke with meaning, they paint a lot, they wear few and bold clothes, they write society, its respectability and subservience on their old red shoes. The drummer is of course an issue...always has been. The wood, the disdain, the violent act of all kinds of abnormal kumasi.. What to say when they found dead, strangled the most famous prostitute of Athens, Gabriela.. Gabriela, the angel of sin. I got syrup from the sweet orange on my lips. I'm thinking now this is what pure love tastes like with white orange blossoms all around..the juice and the aroma is intoxicating. Sometimes it becomes bittersweet like bitter orange, sometimes it becomes lustrous in the color of sour cherry. And sometimes intoxicating, love intense like strawberries with sugar and cognac..
I saw in my dream that I had two pairs of heels to wear - one in the color of white and one in the red of passion. Of course I chose red. Ever since I was a little girl, while I dabbled in my mother's lipsticks and shadows, I wore white satin and red high heels. I always chose red. I painted my nails red, I wanted to wear red, I worshiped the full red moons with the fervor of a priestess in an archaic temple. And when I imagined what it would be like to be the one I love...how it will be the one I love... Now I think and say 'some people were born to stay to love and some to leave. My red suitcase always stands there to remind me... The sinless first to the stone.
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