MODELS
-an anorexic type beauty
A false perfection lies within her eyes,
Where thou may see the seas kissing the skies,
The pair that captures you, and pays her full.
T'ward death with ev'ry flick; her heart beats still.
The painted smile bears deep a crimson tale
a sanctuary that follows with each meal.
Abundant in prestige; lack of esteem,
Her life and locks barely sewn at the seams.
Her fabricated form may lure you near,
Until those crimson tales escape in fear
of many "cold tile" nights consumed alone,
which service to unveil the jagged bone.
Though song be sung of beauty sure and clear,
The clothes, they struggle to hold close and dear.
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