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Flavor of the Week
I'm just the flavor of the week.
I walk on by your interest is peaked.
My face ivory flawless,dressed in black.
I stare motionless yet ready to attack.
What's the attraction? they've paid admission.
Bought front-row tickets to this freak-show.
But its you who's on the stage not me,
Could you keep my curiosity?
Show me things yet to be seen.
I look like a nightmare but could be your dream.
Judge me not by my cover.
Do onto yourself as you would another.
Once the facade washes down the drain,
the heir of mystery fades,it ain't the same.
Once they see the "real me" they grow distant.
They wonder why I don't cry.
Why ruin my make-up over another lie.
I remain ageless and I'm from another time.
Different an Amima Animus so to speak,
31 must've not been enough,I'm the flavor of the week.
