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Along her vain parade

Along her veins



All of seventeen

Eyes a purple green

Treated like a queen

She was on borrowed self-esteem



She would do her dance

A painful masquerade

Spinning you into her web

Along her vain parade



In her uniform

Studded brass and steel

Kissing napkin lipstick stains

And smearing sincerity



Along her vain parade

Along her veins



Time crept up on her

She's early gray

Her reflection looks concerned

And flowers hit her grave





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