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I am the woman of the night,
a dirty secret kept from daylight,
whose day comes alive at dusk
with a painted face and a touch of musk.
My captivating looks seek to lure
a man or two I am forced to endure
in silent pain and a lifetime of grief
so my babies sleep with some relief.
I live this life cursed and infernal
to fulfil instincts purely maternal.
The least I need is your heartless judgement,
an infliction worse than this predicament.
I am the woman of the night
erased from your life by daylight
before a fine gentleman you become
in whose life I’m most unwelcome.