It seems beauty
Walks through a door
Which has a nail
She didn't see...
It snags and pulls
Until she is left with a lace
Dress torn to pieces.
Naked in a room
Filled with people
Her man leaves,
She stands alone
As he walks away.
He thinks
She has unveiled
On purpose and never
Gives her a chance
To explain.
(A Poet Who Loves To Sing)
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