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A poem in slow motion
The picture perfect smile
Words that sweetly linger
Strong and sultry style
Victim of no one
She always holds the blade
Cuts you when you turn around
and coolly walks away
There goes Beauty -and her- circle of suckers
She knows she’s got what it takes to keep them
always wanting
There goes Beauty – and her- circle of suckers
She just gives them little pieces to keep them
always dreaming of her….
Bound to no one
She always holds the blade
Cuts you when you’re turned around
And coolly walks away
Stranger to yourself
You always hold the knife
For every heart that you wound
a piece of your own dies
Lying alone in your nakedness
Stripped down to your soul
Exposed is the emptiness in your heart
Do you feel beautiful?
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