her soul was older
than her appearance.
people see her &
don't ask how old
she really is.
it's all good
until
they find out
and don't want
anything to do with her.
no jobs.
no drinks.
no respect.
no honesty.
take advantage of her, right?
-s.h.-
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The Moon, The Stars, You.
PoetryThis is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coi...
