She walks past the corner store
She has done this for the last week
Always 11pm
Give or take a few minutes
Those short skirts she wears
He thinks she is begging for it
Those pink high heels
Trample over his brain
Her blonde hair dances under the streetlamps
He approaches
Tonights the night
A life in tatters
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I would like to translate this poem
i really like how u describe what the guy is thinking, and how his mind thinks that she wants it. DXU