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“could you ever love a whore?” she asks

“i do” i reply

“for 300$, i love you for an hour every week”

tall

thin

pale

another tattooed whore

poor me a glass

and go kill yourself quietly

leave me here

to die into my wine

rich

young

handsom

you say you want our children to have my eyes

i hope to death that my eyes will see our children

i  lie so well to others

i lie so well with others

you

you see through my lies

 you i cannot deceive

there can be no deception

you

the woman that loves me

for what i am

a child in a monster costume

oh but a boy

misshapen into a man