Blame it on media, girls' hands and lips come cheap nowadays.
Everything's got a value, a nett-worth.
Lips given away to too many different people only taste bland
It'll no longer be as sweet as it should be
Some give away so much
Their generous offerings mean nothing anymore
Please cherish what you have
Learn to love yourself more
Listen to her:
my name is magdalene
I was
Something men rubbed
Against themselves, then threw away
Like a rag with too many holes.
I was a widening tear in cloth, air
Diving in and out of me like strangers.
Funnily enough, I was also a key
That locked them further
Into their bodies, despite the hint of
Freedom at each turning of the knob.
Then, one afternoon, you held these
Hands to raise me, and they became real -
It was that simple. You said, 'Mary,
Love me, and you love yourself.'
Cyril Wong- The End Of His Orbit
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