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I was a screen queen one day.
Then they all fell away.
The man said to me.
"Your over - they have a new bee".
Cry - my heart was broken.
I made them rich - many tokens.
Out the door ! SLUT - used whore.
Drugs, a bottle, to soothe the sore.
I'll knock on another door.
Down with you old bore.
Cry more - my pillow is wet.
I'll show them ! One more bet.
All dolled up - clown makeup - more.
Red lips, big pearls, diamonds galore.
" They just look at me".
Back then - center ring - big fee.
Fox fur over the shoulder.
Maybe I need to be bolder.
Only just turned twenty-one.
Over the hill - so sets the sun.
from my poem book - DREAMS 3
