*I'll probs edit this one at a later date but here's the first draft.*
Mirrors, make-up, brushes, hairspray,
the tools of her trade,
Dashing brown eyes lined in black,
A vision of beauty and perfection.
Mirror in hand, lipstick in the other,
Ruby red lips seal the secrets of her life,
Skin gagging from make-up overload,
A vision of insanity.
No hair dare move,
For fear of attack from thick smog,
Choked by perfection.
The Death of Vanity.
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