She died a virgin
She had to die
And that's how it was supposed to be
Brothel was her existence
Day and night
Only flesh
Who were they
How many
She had stopped counting
She just spread her legs
Men of every decent.
All ravenous to penetrate
But none could touch her
Except her flesh.
Till she decided, she had to leave
And that was the day
When she died a virgin.
©LR
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