doted on, confused and naïve
passed around like a ball
night by night.
how much further?
i left the question unanswered
not knowing what's out there,
used to being isolated,
kept and unwanted
— wanted by lust
abandoned, neglected
and dysfunctional
accustomed with the tradition
touched by bare, idle and violent
hands
— no care.
groped on the street
mauled on the dancefloor
"get me out of here!"
i screamed knowing no one can hear.
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