Catwalk
On the ramp
There's a silk gowwn flowing thru neck to legs
Wht a shiny glitter in her eyes
Following the eyes
the shadows of glamour
Keeping it in shine
Twist in her hands
Making the ramp go mad
On the other hand
Eyes in backstage
Eyes filled wid tears
Following the smoke ashes
Empting them with emptiness
Head over heels for nuthng
Living in circle of life
Unitiness for tidiness
Living across the ocean
Flying with steady clouds
Slow n steady loosing the game
Loosing it in my way
Where noone can see its top
All in vain n emptiness
Shuttering n fluttering
Catwalk
Walking smoothly making the things working
Leavng the sadness for a while
Eyes shining like a cat
Bruising the weirdness in her
Catwalk
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