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Lady Killer
heart beat
echo of foot steps
made on the hard street
circles and circles
looking for a place
warm thoughts sink
swirling into gutters
a pause before
the steps continue
visualizing the map
that leads to nowhere
prints made
washed away in the rain
no back tracking
like Alice in Wonderland
only she could wake up
the city is no place for a lady
they hide in dark corners
walking in the down pour
no one knows the truth
we only know where we've been
and we have deep pockets
to hide our own claws
feigning that bright eyed innocence
of our fore-mothers
tear washed
wet washed
our faces dripping
like melting clowns
pretending to be cleansed
but we hide in shame
under floral umbrellas
we watch our feet
and dont know where they lead
