Dallas Lights
She looked up at the blue green Dallas lights,
Sparkling in the warm night air,
Blowing across her face.
What perfect lives they must lead in those lights,
While she sells her soul,
For one more tiny rock.
Copyright © Christopher Bunton | Year Posted 2012
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