All that seems to matter is what you look like.
With world wanting to see, how could we blame you?
People are taken in by appearances so we transform.
To be a spectacle to be observed.
An inner need many have, just to be adorned.
To be put on display to twinkle and radiate.
Christmas tree stature and form.
Front of shop promotional.
The flood into the heart as
a dozen gather to point and gaze.
How could they blame you?
You unfold like the male peacock.
You feel the pull.
Those that have looked for too long
sparks of their infatuation.
Catching on your dried branches.
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