Eyes of the elderly, she has seen everything under the sun
Don’t need no proof when everything is on display
A force to be reckoned with even her own shadow is jealous
Soft whispers of everything fake bouncing off the walls
She would rather be exposed, because whats surprising when you know the nature of a beast?
Young carnivor, ready to eat
Only sleeps if her eyes will permit her, you can try to convince her but first you have to catch her
Her moves be swift, young jet setter from here life will only get better
Don’t ever tell her your sob-stories about pressure
She's a dream catcher, so save your symphonies for a campfire
Flames will illuminate the liar
Comfortable in her sun kissed skin, so she need not fall victim to compliments
A young Andy Warhol, she turns her words into a living
Her cipher keeps spinning, her beginning never ending
Exposed
No sugar toppings, no cover ups
She is naked
Now whats more truthful than this?
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