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Whore
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Hating Him I thought it proved
That you loved me
When you spent
$100 a night for me
Rather than consulting
An hourly whore.
Did you find love
In stained sheets
And cold embraces
Where we exchanged
More breaths than words,
More tips than laughs.
You just didn’t
Like to sleep with whores
Not unfamiliar ones
At least, not when
The most whore-ish of all
Was lying next to you.
