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Published: 2009-10-18 19:15:50 +0000 UTC; Views: 162; Favourites: 0; Downloads: 2
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Hourglass figure; flawless. Breasts that make men ogleare priceless. Even so, she harbors a spirit blackened with soot.
Illusionary disposition swims through her pores while faulty oxygen powers her
organs like a polyester machine. Mind and body, body and mind:
without a doubt, there are secrets and confessions piled to her scalp
and they're all capped in, all capped in
with no way out.
Even swollen, unmoving red-lip-stick lips and impenetrable gateways
of perfectly positioned pearls of calcium cannot spare her now,
because the untruth is bubbling behind her brittle throat.
And so her commercial French-tips are cracking and her cuticles are
bleeding blue onto her most expensive dress. She's collapsing,
a metaphor of heart disease tainting white carpet all around;
she's down, she has fallen and
she can't get back up.
She can hear her dead mother screaming:
Even the richest of riches cannot buy sincerity.
