A mannequin is the amount
Of what I am and will become.
Some eerie energy source that
You use for your own..
Amusement.
Just a photo or a song is
How I exist in this land after
Time washes away the empty
Sorrow that is buried in my expression.
Delicate laced lines are placed
Between you and I.
The only survival method...
I have my own soul.
It can not be captured without a thrill.
Placement and timing
Lighting... No sound.
Words will not describe my love affair
With the most talented men
Of the arts.
Only a shadow in the darkness
Once. Twice. Three times too many
A classy glass of broken promises.
Leaving legacy behind.
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