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Longing for love
In all the wrong places
Whispered passions
Left without traces
Abondoned she sits
Dressed in ribbons and laces
Remebering that night;
How decieving it's faces
Now scared of the dark,
In the shadows she paces
Longing for love
In all the wrong places
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You describe an all-too-common phenomenon with dead-on accuracy. The flow/rhythm are great. 'Whispered passions / Left without traces' is a fantastic line.
Not sure it your play on words with faces references the phases of the moon was intentional, but if so, nice! And the bookedning lines work really well, the repetition seems very natural, not forced at all.
