Midnight- Lace
bleached
blonde
hair
heavy make-up
she wears
a skirt
barely there
boots
up to the thigh
she walks
she wander's
waiting for that one
midnight lace
a familiar taste
hoping to make a buck
she's almost out of luck
there must be a better way
~by: Mary A. Eaton~
2009
Tags: feelings, hope, life, prostitute
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