The destroyed me...

Love for sale

In this market place sits a hawker..

Without any baggage..

When any passerby passes,she ask,

Do you feel lonely,do you feel a shoulder to cry on..

People look at her,her burnt body,the bad smell coming from her rotting flesh..

And look away..

Still she keeps asking,does anyone here need a shoulder to cry on,an embrace to hold you..

If you do,come to me..

I would not charge much..

I donot sell body,I donot sell anything else..

Just some love for sell..

See if you can buy it..