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Captured onto 24mm.
by Jared OrlandoHere you are doll, youre a star
You are all over and under
And your blood drips on every paper
Creating these clips of gothic collage
They are digging this shit up
Youre a phenomenon, a fantasy
Those boys would tear you apart
They beam at your thighs, not your personality/charm concoctions
Those girls would kill to be as beautifully, odd
They would stretch the skin to new heights, lengths
An earthly goddess, may I just touch the satin sleeves?
For I am a lonely untouchable and
Id give my own daughter for one lock of that gold
Sexy Hollywood, Sexy Hollywood
So easy a bribe.
The price tag for your soul and body just for that shine
The end of your lackluster dreams/
That innocent gleam you fake when the lens is dead on
Lights.Camera.Look.they.all.love.me
I can honestly say, the new you looks great on you
02/16/2008 Posted on 02/16/2008
Copyright © 2025 Jared Orlando
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by A. Reed on 10/15/11 at 09:34 PM This ran like a rollercoaster and in the end it was sort of like you puked but bragged about the awesome ride anyway. Kudos. |
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