Her voice, it tasted peppermint and joy
The flying corridor in which she slept
Was nothing less than handsome wings and coy
A labyrinth of secrets ever kept
She wore Elizabeth in white war paint
A strang’ling mask of all she could not bare
Her majesty will dance without complaint
The very focus, all and every stare
A sick love morphed to acid grey. Alone
She mourns the loss on spiral beach-turned sands
At least the bloody tears were all her own
Still chasing purple dragons down The Strand
The girl was lovely, life just like a scene
Forgotten since she left the silver screen
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lovely job, paige! you managed to stick to the structure without compromising the flow or content in any way - congrats! keep on writing
i'm interested to know who this is about - i get the feeling i should know which starlet you're referring to, but sadly i don't...
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