walking on the runway
for all to see
with nothing to say
who is she...
bearing a designer name
draped and hung
upon a human frame...
beautiful and young
a picture perfect pose
with no expression inside
displaying voguish clothes
only the affluent can buy
striding down the sidewalk
wearing a T-shirt and jeans
free from eyes trained to gawk
liberated from the glamor scene
6/28/2010
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