Practically perfect in every way
With shimmering golden curls
A cascading gown of silk
With accents made of pearls
Ivory face and silken hands
With no signs of her age
Tiny waist and long, long legs
Perfect enough to cage
Smiling face and bright blue eyes
Without a hint of fear
The ability, when called for,
To shed a single tear
An indescribable aura
Surrounding her perfect form
The thought that she's been altered
A hundred times since born
Silicon and Botox
Create her phony face
The world wanted her this way
What's happened to this place?
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