she sits
poised as a swan
in her white summer dress
the bliss around her
she can't feel their heads turn
of lust
lost in imagination
she ignores them
one by one
they all see confidence
they all see grace
i see a mask
covering her true face
yet all their heads turn
as if she were gold
she even smelled of beauty
and they all wanted her
but she went on
with out existance
for moving on was her favorite pasttime
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