I go into the merchant corner
Late evening
I leave Anonas street
Abandoning my 8 boardmates
I see g.r.o women
12 to 16 yrs old
Loitering at highway 56
Where snatching is rampant
I see beyond Aurora corner
Benches of another young lass
Filled with heavy make up
I am 21 but my urge seems
60
I watch their skin
Rough
I feel like a collapsed parachute
I turn right and meet local merchant
For my small job
Buy and sell puppet
Rommel Mark Dominguez Marchan
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