Tarnished Her clothes are stained with the memories Of the boys that took them off The ones who made their mark But never bothered to ask her name Never bothered to ask where she came from Or how she ended up this way How she lost her self respect And sold herself to the highest bidder What once blossomed, now withers Soiled beyond repair The very thing that should be sacred That should have been hers to keep Is now Her salary.
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