A con artist scurries

In white shadows

Fickle grooves she casts

In sequences

Imprinted by vainglory

Swift she fleets

Veiled with scars that

Were sequin rich

She spoke of ideologies

Subdued by violet myths

Exuding colorful flavors

Of classic deception

Her tattoos spelled

the wistful vowels of sin

Vexed by the onslaught

Of egregious inceptions

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