Let The Money Fall

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Her jacket of insecurities,
Slides off her arms.
Her pain is masked,
By her unmasking appearance.
Beautiful face up-turned,
To insatiable onlookers.
Her drive to please,
Is over ridden by her need,
To be hated.
Dancing around in her dead shoes,
Her dress begs for forgiveness.
Hair tangled gracefully,
She pleases her next customer.
Invisible money dripping down
She turns the faucet off.
Looking into your judgmental eyes,
She knows,
This is a falling disaster.





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