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Little Feckless Angel *Dedicated to those women and girls who just need some love- the prostitutes Little Feckless Angel Huddled deep inside Hell's grimy pit Longing only to stretch her wings elsewhere Anywhere but Hell To the East where Heaven's Sun Reflects upon her secretive thoughts Conceiled deep inside Earth's nefarious depths To the West where Man's Blood Creates sacred ground mingled with The tears of Sorrow and Pain She knows only too well Beyond every twisted iron gate Past every soul that renders her Helpless with Despair Away from each Broken, Mangled spirit Here she lies Surrounded by one-night seducers of Peace This Little Feckless Angel Despair hurling her hopes deep within Hell's ceaseless pit
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