lost in some dark alleyway of the soul
her breasts rising and falling roiled in sweat
outside on the cobbled streets it was very cold
and it grew colder
her breath frosting street lamp to street lamp
some louche woman of the night
yet she were just a child a sappling
men didnt court her
they hunted her like wildebeest for to kill at sport in a cruel pageant
she was a frightened prey fixed in the headlamps
of an enormous oncoming hectoring train
like the sun remorsely rising in the east
she cast her mind back to better days
and remembered happiness
such as a child alone might remember happiness
her name was Magdelene
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