It hits the river of hair knocking it back
Like a soap star´s tear
It breathes all over from out of nowhere
It sneaks and bothers
It hits skin running up goosebumping it
It swarms summing up
In the valleys of a woman it hovers just enough
before diving like a crazed puma
It hit's eyelids battering them because vanity matters
Bearing down as self want skids
For grand crowds of dull know how to flatter
Madeup and proud
The movement of hot and cold air
of mirrors that stare
of wind and vanity
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