A Girl's Story Pt. 2
With an inaugural sigh of reliefShe came to a desecrated end
Unromantic andimpassively definite
She floats upon words and fleeting glares
Reflected off the coat-tales of paserbys
She would stop moment by moment
To pick a rose or check her watch
Her face never to the sky
But laid abreast
A bed of sordid affairs and endless conversation
All futile and filth
But once and a while she would make her way down
Elegantly and dressed
To the shipping docks where the cats and sailors would roam
And late enough, she could find a safe passage
And she would spend time there
With the song of barstools playing on the edge of her conciousness
She would sit on the outside with a glowering mystique
This is where she was
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