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roxane Senior Member
since 1999-09-02
Posts 505us |
she sweats evian water and perfume knowing this i can only presume one day they'll look at her remains and see in her perfection, my disdain she smokes cigarettes long and thin their silver ash, her flawless skin gleam like glitter in a gravel street she's angelic, anemic, and won't ever eat her frame is that of a starving child she disapproves with a manner so mild she walks around with her clique of clones does a heart beat beneath her pearly bones oh she's a mystery, a true intellect and her kindness i must not neglect she has the habit of breaking hearts and to insult the weak, she does her part just a face with pretty, clean hair i must say skin pulled tight will tear so she'll go on as long as she can a beautiful corpse with a cancer tan i'll just sit back and won't say a word for all the apologies i never heard |
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Systematic Decay Senior Member
since 1999-09-15
Posts 1301That place with padded walls and funny people in white......... |
Hey, great poem. I liked the point it made of how beneath the makeup and image, the "beautiful people" are just as flawed, if not more, than we "Commoners" are. I have on suggestion. perhaps you could break it up into stanzas, so it will be easier to read. ------------------ "Despite all my rage, I am still just a rat in a cage." -Billy Corgan- |
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