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City Dreams

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Somewhere behind the mask
of beckoning bright lights
and expensive bars
a new face awaits.

Mild, quiet, demure, one could
even call it sly.
It waits in the shadows,
cast in the moonlight
and smelling of drugstore
perfume.

Climb high on the billboard,
look at her, isn’t she
pretty.
With a face that wasn’t seen,
a face that kills you nonetheless.

You pay, you receive
your money’s worth, but
you wish that you were
were richer.
Maybe then she wouldn’t
remain in the shadows.





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Katniss1213 said...
Mar. 7, 2011 at 9:15 am
This was really well done; I got a picture in my head. Can't wait to read more!
 
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