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Face of Vanity
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The Lost Poems Sweet as honey, sharp
like a razor-
Her love is warm; like
the heat is also burns,
sometimes in a 3rd
degree-
Voice of melody with
an evil harmony-
Full of vanity, thoughts
of insanity-
Murder for money, high
values at stake-
Give or take, she will
get what she wants-
No stone UN-turn, every
pearl on her neck-
Diamonds in the rough;
glamor galore'-
No jewel is too tough,
she will wear them all-
Suicide is an option if
she lost it all-
No trust in men, let
alone...God!
