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In the deepest of filth, beneath laundry lines
on a fog soaked day in November,
A slip of a girl, no more to be seen
disappeared from the streets for forever.
There once was a place that'd make your heart race
to be caught after dusk in the night
and you'd search here and there and every square
the the tinniest hint of a light
Marion! Such a name that inspired such fame
in her customer's fantasies
And to each she'd be true for an hour or two,
til the depths of their pockets were cleaned
Now it happened this day, that amidst all the fray
Few noticed Marion's presence
On the corner she stood, stock-still as wood,
receiving no more than a glance
It began with her feet, as if she were the street
and she melted into the pavement
but she made not a sound as she sank to the ground
resigned as it was her entombment
Few know where she's gone, though some still search on
some say she flew off with the birds,
But if you would just look at the last spot she stood, all you'll find
is this pile of words.
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this was something I was kicking round in my head for a week, and I'm not so sure how it came out. I finally decided to set it in New York City although originally it was in London. It's supposed to be in the 1860's as well, though I'm not sure that comes out.
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