Sunrise over the strip
Comes like a hooker homeward bound
Make up smeared, knees soar, nose lit
Keeps telling herself she's new, but she's been around
That glaring light
Leaves her blind
Wishes it were still night
Because then there would still be time
She sweats it out
All of them drip onto the sidewalk
Gets back to her room turns the lock
At least she's inside, not outlined by chalk
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