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[title] => Vain Living=Eternal Loneliness
[time] => 2009-07-22 16:03:49
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[bodytext] => She grew up with the world sitting at her perfect feet Which walked on pristine floors and everyone she encountered She grew up with riches at her delicate, manicured fingertips Which touched fine china and pointed blame away from herself She lived in the most lavish mansion, filled with envious belongings Which she pranced under the noses of Lords, Kings and Queens She lived in a flawless world all her own void of sadness and tears Which she witnessed from her servants, but her heart was never altered She spent her time gazing and strutting in front of her "Glass of Beauty" Which she hung in every corner of her existence and demanded they be spotless She spent her time grooming herself for no audience, just for her reflection Which she admired and cooed at and prayed never would change She felt over time her body and face change but in vain she ignored the signs Which in the back of her mind tortured her perfect little head She felt over time her once praising audience of one cease to clap when she walked by Which in the back of her mind drove her pretty little head insane She grew old alone and melancholy in her lavish mansion with pristine floors Which was no longer the envy of the world for the tile was cracked beyond repair She grew weary to walk about on her perfect feet and her delicate hands turned rough Which was no longer good enough to touch fine china or boss her servants She died with no one there to mourn the lack of her beautiful existence Which in life she believed was the best gift the human race was given She died with no one there to throw flowers at her grave or shed a tear Which in life she believed tears would spoil her superlative features Her tombstone can be found within every corner of her now condemned quarters For her soul rest eternally lonely in her "Glass of Beauty" [comments] => 1 [counter] => 159 [topic] => 30 [informant] => PlainBittersweet [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 4 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => PoemsonBeauty )
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