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Virginia slims upon ruby lips
Grey clouds to impair vision
Under 8th avenue neon
Traffic lights
Cops
Pimps
Punks
Johns
You
Tight leather over loose skin
Body aching from back sin
Mascara trickling from falling mist
Towards another night of longing
To snap that monkey’s neck
With wide eyes on a terminal bag to ride away
By Greyhound or by death
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