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My, my. How you look tonight!
Like all the dazzle before dulled
music blurred
those dust covered glory
on a tarnishing trophy
or ill perfumed flower
lacking in oomph
all that glitter be lacking
gold that be imitating brass
then enter you
with swaying hips
sultry lips
and a killer smile that fall men
in women run rage and envy
and all the lost luster
all the lost beauty flood back
and fall at your feet my dear,
dear Aphrodite