Sin-city.

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She slithers
through the night
and hides
the grim grime
as the city glitters
and bears
a false smile
soul-dead inside;

A baby wails
behind locked doors
its business as usual
as the Limos roll;
Her mother's heart
trips, the tight vice
constricts;

'Its money
babe'!
He snorts at her.
'Get in the car,
do some bz'ness,
just part your legs
then you can go,
babe!'

And
the baby wails
behind
locked doors.

In the mood!

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In the mood!

Its getting brighter-lighter-and-am-get-in-the-mood-for-spring, time now but the bloomin' cold shows no sign of abating though and my red-rudolph-nose (poor thing!) is being shown no mercy. How the hell is a lady supposed to look sexy with a drippin' nose, drippin' eyes and five layers of clothes, a waddlin' Eskimo, that surely is me..ugggh..and then there are those mid-riff-baring, pencil-heel-high boots-wearing divine creatures who waft along with purrrfect hair-mascarra-nails visions...sigh..and here I am limping along (the past three months almost) with a broken ankle which won't heal..wearing ugly trainers. Magic potion any one?! Have a heart and pass some around..please?!....now off to shop for that sexy lingerie (even if it just remains in the box..lol)! Won't hurt to keep it around, just in case ;) Heh!