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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