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f.a.s.h.i.o.n

They mean it with lingerie

or almost **** hanging *****

almost strolling out from within

as if they deny the prison there

that beholds and preserves conspiracy.

 

Chiffon bits glued to buttered butts

that dwindles either ways without

any declaration of war from each side

and only sensitive enough to react upon

high pencil edged sharp heels point touched.

 

They mean deep well navels crowned with

meaningless metal caps in place of ear rings

and their shameless faces dressed with colors

so much difficult to understand the brands

they represent each such pastel that robs them.

 

To further de-glamourise their stupid animosity

sudden malfunctioning of their bra-straps

or accidental slippage of intended tight gowns

making foolish gays popular and millionaires-

these models evidenced their killers via sharp nails.

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Nov 2, 2011
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