Vanity's Death
It served her needs
on its knees
to keep her beauty
reflecting
aged with time
it 'creaked' sometime
and her drawers
nearly hit the floor
is she vain
when she proclaim
that "it is nothing
short of ugly"
lift its face
a model makeover
I want a complete other
with beauty and glamor
European hinged
white maple swirls
marble slate of black pearl
an installer's world
dragged down the stairs
beaten with a hammer drills wrath
rising to heaven in ambers
a vanity's death
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