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She glides down the hall,
Walking as an angel would,
Wearing what heaven has dressed her with.
She is my idol,
I want to be her,
but I know I can't.
She has a different name,
a different identity.
The closest thing to being her,
Is dressing like her.
I pick out the same solid jade shirt,
the same concrete, 100 pound designer pants
the adorable metal brick shoes.
I've completed the look,
I've reached the perfect, jaw-dropping outfit!
My goals are accomplished,
Victory is mine!
But wait........
I hit pause in my dream,
I stare in awe at what I call clothes in my hands.
Walking around with billions of pounds is graceful. Graceful?
I catch my idol devil smirking at me from up above.
Her paycheck arrived,
the millions of dollars that helped fund.
This is no child's play,
this is serious business.
Billions of dollars a year,
this is fashion.



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