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My "Lady" Valentine It was Valentines Day, and Lisa Ann dressed for the occasion in a revealing dress that swirled the flavor of succulent mangos. She had a look of disbelief on the edge of this vacant stairway. How she came to this place, would fill a novel on a dusty shelf in a small town library. Unnoticed by passersby with the exception of a photographer who gazed though a wide-angle lens capturing the essence of her, the childlike woman who still believed in love. He wondered, if given a chance, would she walk away from the existence daily parades to the corner, selling pleasures to secure another day of survival, the small ill reputes of her life. Looking downward to fragment legs he knew the price of love and the scars it yoked that no one saw. With the push of a button he captured a wayward smile, an unusual glimpse of irony.