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Sweet Mama Wanda Tells Fortunes For A Price


dark stairs
me walking up them
the room
is cold
i am here to fuck
then go back
to the streets


he sighs
touches
likes my lips
my cocoa thighs
we lay down
the bed yields
he comes off calling mama


outside
i count my cash
it's been a good night
the street is cold
i head east
i am hungry
i smile


i know what tomorrow
is all about

Written by Wanda Coleman

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