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Cast away
Thrown at a strangers door
Sparks fly
Her nightmares vanish
I work work work.
To be rewarded in time
I am geisha.
I learn to sing and dance
I put on my masquerade
My mask is on
My day begins
Sensuality spreads in the air
I am brilliant
I am geisha.
Long i have been succesful
And full of life
It burns, it turns, it takes my life.
My, no our, home is gone
In this factory
My hands stink of metal
I am worn
I am geisha
My job has vanished
I am prostitute
Two years
Have passed
And I have begun to recover
I am geisha.
Worn and torn
Used and bruised
Brilliant once
Understated now
I put on my guise
of color and pleasure
I am happy
We are back
I am geisha.
- by Aristocratic Nonchalance |
- Fiction
- | Submitted on 07/30/2010 |
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- Title: Geisha
- Artist: Aristocratic Nonchalance
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Description:
Seriously.
I have no idea.
To truly understand it, you would need to know the day to day life of a traditional geisha. - Date: 07/30/2010
- Tags: geisha
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