Shadow Girls
Her clothes, casually worn,
she sashays with ease of skill.
And in a dress, stained and torn,
smiles, for a drink, or a pill.
She enters bars like a storm,
she's the queen of the alley.
And flaunting her fluid form,
she seeks her nightly tally.
Suggestive and exotic,
she starts with slow gyrations.
And slips into erotic,
offering sweet temptations.
Neon lights cast shadow-girls,
where tears of loneliness spill.
And in high heels and cheap pearls,
she sells a sexual thrill.
But deep within, she's a fake,
Reality mocks her ways.
And laughs echo in her wake,
while time steals her youthful days.
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