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saw a woman by the door,
Her blonde hair faded,
no lipstick,
Hands around a cigarette.
Fingers on her fix.
Loveless ...
Helpless ...
Then I saw a younger one pass,
Red shirt, black skirt.

Taking on the world,
Ready for anything,
Ready for the next shot,
ready for anything,
the next offer,
Ready to leap for sex
for drugs
advancement.

But I know,
It didn't matter.
Soon she'd be a woman,
standing on the corner.
Blonde hair faded,
no lipstick applied,
hands on a fix,
remembering her red shirt and black skirt.