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Sleeves and Sorrows Drowned
She casually wore her heart on her sleeve,
Gasping at air for the untold reprieve.
The girl who fought dearly for glamour and fame...
I wanted her body; she wanted my name.
But business is business, and lies are my fuel
So I got what I wanted—one sparkling jewel.
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Comments
Doctor Dolittle Says:
Reminds me of something that would involve an old noire movie.
WildBlueSun Says:
=(
Exploitation is icky.
Don't chase fame, chase artistic fulfilment.
mercury yume Says:
this is heavy, nicely done, and I didn't even think once "ick, rhyming".