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Red Light District
Chest forward, legs separated
a girl, not quite my age
with purity faded
poses for a daily wage
Unripe sexuality she sends
modesty no longer fretted
onto cheap velvet curtains
an undeveloped frame silhouetted
Like an old fisherman
Who knows how to cast and reel
She draws me in
With stiletto pink high heels
Face pressed to her
revulsion, curiosity fusing
no longer demure
all sensibility losing
Blue eys meet green
for a second
reverse scenes
I am the blonde
She now brunette
standing outside
I, a fresh marionette
Locked inside
Incased by neon red lights
fifteen with rent to pay
Black fish net tights
and no other way.
