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 Jan 2015 dyd
Olivia Kent
She was seen there.
Standing on the corner of the street.
Bathed in gas light.
Dressed in a corset of brilliant red.
Her heart she kept within her soul.
She kept it safe from harm.
She was stunningly beautiful.
He chucked her a tanner.
Something menacing hung in his manner.
He beckoned to her.
She stood beneath the aforementioned light.
This was to be her last night light.
Alone that night.
She had seen her last punter.
He was really mean.
He made had black.
Her made her blue.
Abandoned her 'neath the unholy street light.
Found slumped on the deck.
'neath the glowing gas light.
No investigations carried out.
In this the proudest of nations.
She was just another ******.
Discarded with the trash.
(C) Livvi

— The End —