Some ladies are stately over much like a queen,
Moving like a carpet on the sky,
look to the right and left as a glow to glower at mirror;
the room was a gleam with lights in her body.
Head to toe look like a curve of bottle;
Which the eyes only for her,
She mined the step to show her beautiful;
Just for the sake of on own account.
To upgrading herself, she becomes greedy;
She like omnivore whose take-over this world;
Even she spent many times on the mirror,
and lost much rupiahs for her beauty product.
She becomes egoism and lonely;
To make her hermit-home complete.
One daya, she realised, she'll lose everything she has;
She becomes a beautiful pain, a beautiful die.
By: A<
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