models
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Wily charms of erected façades placatethe dissimulated crowds of unreasonabilitywaiting to laud falsity to heights unwarrantedwithin this impossible dream-of-a-life covered by
When I look
at their faces,
Drenched in perfection,
When I flip the pages,
I look into their eyes,
like they're masked in disguise,
they look so ideal,
This cannot be real,
She's like a rose that grew out of the concrete.
My light in a world of confusion.
When she opens her mouth to share her knowledge, Its the greatest gift.
I liisten, I take in, I keep what she says forever.
Models are tens, are dressed to the nines,
Sneak away with photographers behind closed blinds.
Silhouettes pinch at the waist,
like the skin on their face, too tight to relax
I am the object of your affection
tantalizing your obsessions
To you I am an image
to some I am a mirage
To me I am nothing
Shoot me because I am beautiful
Capture my flesh within each pixel
