Girl for Sale Everything about her says it beckons a response implies the "girl for sale" sign sitting invisibly on her chest. She's all dressed but she wears her clothes like price tags demarcating the thing she sells. Manicured carelessness and apathetic eyes Do not be deceived She believes in the scripts hair nails eyes lips it's in her legs it's in her hips the way she sways magazinestyle wrapped in her body more bone than meat her skin wrapped 'round her like a white linen sheet revealing her heart as it jumps in her chest and beats at the back of her womangirl breast. Where are the males The girl is for sale Who's buying?
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