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I was a screen queen one day.

Then they all fell away.

The man said to me.

"Your over - they have a new bee".

CRY - my heart was broken.

I made them rich - many tokens.

Out the door ! SLUT - used whore.

Drugs, a bottle, to sooth the sore.

I'll knock on another door.

Down with you old bore.

Cry more - my pillow was wet.

I'll show them ! One more bet.

All dolled up - clown makeup - more.

Red lips. big pearls, diamonds galore.


Back then - center ring - big fee.

Fox fur over the shoulder.

Maybe I need to be bolder.

Only just turned twenty-one.

Over the hill - so sets the sun.


from my poem book DREAMS 3

Submitted: January 10, 2017

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Taken in - used - tossed out, an all too common happening. Good work.

Wed, January 11th, 2017 9:51am

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