She still steps out in the mysterious light of dawn,
wearing that thing that people wear to the gym
which hugs her frame too tightly
but clothes are unforgiving
and the morning light unappealing
She has seen every corner of the street by now,
and yet there is nothing to tempt her,
nothing to lead her back to sin’s alleys again
people seem to be around, sleepy-eyed
and they enjoy the pain as much as she does
Yet when she leaves the room
it feels like we’ve been left devoid of direction
and just like the Hugo Williams poem
we wait and watch and watch and wait
for her to bring purpose back to our lives again.
Soliloquy 
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