she's lean
and wobbles in her high heels
when walking down
the cobble stone street.
she likes
strange food.
livers and brains.
odd dishes
from places I've
never been.
she's traveled far to get
here.
dodging men
and jobs that drained the life
out of her.
but she wins.
there is iron in her blood.
steel
in her spine.
she's alone, but like everyone,
dreams about
finding an honest person,
someone she can love.
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