Oh' the heart wrenching beauties with soft bodies, and mystic looks have gone to the hard core fighting show ball.
The rest are either wrapped in models of Barbe dolls, or are covered, and plastered in Estel Laural coral.
The walks, the talks, sounds like boot camp Sargent call; no looks except glaring restless eyes lost in plastic snarl.
The craving for the soul soothing dreams must wait until the plastic drama comes to stall.
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