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Prada Shoes impatiently tap the concrete.
Drenched in gems from my hair to my toes.
The last thing I want is to be
confronted by shady characters
who would be hypnotized by the rocks
I call diamonds.
The dark sky is graffitied with stars.
My inky black hair blends with the night
and creates a perfect camouflage.
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Short and sweet and perhaps painful from deep within? Going unrecognized by others, or unseen as the woman you wish to show by the side of physical beauty? And perhaps I haven't touched base with your feelings at all. But I love how straight to the point you are. Lovely.
