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Oct 2012
Her heels tap on the sidewalk,
on a cool summer night.
And her dress sparkles,
under the street light.
She just follows the road,
got nowhere to go.

Black car pulls up next to her,
flashes the head lights.
They discuss what he wants,
she knows this isn't right.
But she continues with it anyway,
it's just her average day.

She gives him what he wants,
like a present on Christmas day.
It's not like she has a choice,
she has to play his game.
And so she plays from sundown,
to sunrise the next day.

In the morning, when the sun rises,
she's gone like the wind.
Heads to the local church,
knows that she has sinned.
But she'll continue the next day,
it's her only source of pay.

And when night falls,
she'll start over again.
She'll find another guy,
that she will call her friend.
The cycle goes on forever,
man, it never ends.
Copyright Barry Pietrantonio
Barry Andrew Pietrantonio
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Barry Andrew Pietrantonio  29/M/Salem, New Hampshire
(29/M/Salem, New Hampshire)   
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