Brushed up hair and golden locks
Luscious lips and legs for days
Paparazzi coming through in flocks
While the flash of light ignite your soul

Easy as it may seem, come and go
The rapture instinct to be perfect
In a city full of doubting heads and foe
Strike them in a hateful and subtle pose

It is a world of a shattered looking glass
Shine the light of a colored hopeful
To become a faded vixen full of class
An yet no one dares to unlock behind

I am fading, no wonder and no lies
From a lover of life and adventurous souls
To a reckless imitation of perfection
And a manifesto of impertinent cries


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