Her long legs walk-
In    -     out    In    -    out
Of the shadows.
Hips swinging like pendulums-
Left  - right   left  - right,
Creating echoes.

Her cigarette smoke dances around the pyre:
Puff  -  puff, cough  -  cough.
And the tongue slithers like a reptile
Hiss - hiss.

She's lost in the city of Dreams.
She's an L.A woman, L.A woman.
Yet she's a dancing drunk
Sip,   sip,   sip,
Breaking the seams.

Oh, she's dangerous. Intoxicating.
Yeah, yeah.
She's a disciple of Venus
Going to work-

To the brothel she goes.

She wonders what it's like to be virtuous
Pray  -   pray!
But a full stomach relies on the next customer.
Kiss   -   kiss.

'Time for bed, I guess' she wipes off the façade.

And she slips back into the shadows.
With her gold dust, whiskey and...

She's a living hamartia. She's proud.
But her words fail to be spoken out loud.

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