Sweet emptiness
So full of herself, her plate is hard to finish
Kowtows she is numb to now, mirrors she befriends
To her ego, her shadow is but a reflection
An outline of all of her efforts to reach perfection
Sophisticated styles of glamour practiced over and over
Again she turns to the window and stops,pretending to shop
Conversations are merely held to channel propensities of self
How far fetched to this elegant beauty that her inner is plush
Many curteous fools drown in her pool of selfless trust
-William T. 11-25-06
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