Fake plastic trees,
dreams
New York, 19
& on her knees
In some ratty
batshit crazy
motel
on the east end of town
But pity,
do not judge her.
For she is simply
desperate
broke
& naïve .
She knows not
the beauty
beyond the life
on these sin-ridden
New York City streets
Mar 10, 2014
Mar 10, 2014 at 2:11 AM UTC
Fake plastic trees,
dreams
New York, 19
& on her knees
In some ratty
batshit crazy
motel
on the east end of town
But pity,
do not judge her.
For she is simply
desperate
broke
& naïve .
She knows not
the beauty
beyond the life
on these sin-ridden
New York City streets
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