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As I look up, I see three skyscraping, glistening emeralds.
My face blushed cardinal red,
my red was fury, embarrassed, angry.
No match for their distinct elegance and grace.
As I look up, I see their bodies curved like an hour class, perfectly symmetric.
My face blushed cardinal red,
my woven figure, short, curvy, and crooked –
No match for the statuesque, glistening models that stood before me.
As I look up, I see their bottoms were perfectly annular.
My face blushed cardinal red,
my “O” was supposed to be that way, instead it was elliptical.
No match for theirs I suppose.
As I look up, I admire their beauty.
My face warm and affectionate,
my body, unlike the others, still radiated beauty.
No need to match mine to theirs.
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A depiction of the piece Three Coke Bottles by Andy Worhol.