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I sweat the smell of acquisicion expensive perfume, leather and derision. Designer clothes, and with precision, a cat walk pose, a lovely vision. An envied icon - take a piece..... I walk the razor's edge, I tread a greasy place ….. drugged out senseless, my only peace. For Andrea’s: Itty Bitty Contest.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2014




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Date: 6/5/2014 4:32:00 AM
Very powerful piece... as a society, we envy these models and minor "celebrities", but the superficial veneer simply masks their pain. Congrats on your win!
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Date: 4/20/2014 12:45:00 PM
Hi, Suz..., Congratulations, the poem is awesome. Enjoyed your winning poem. Happy Easter, luv LINDA
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Date: 4/20/2014 5:15:00 AM
Suzanne, all that glitters is not gold!! Fame comes at a costly price. // congrats on a merited win. // paul
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Date: 4/19/2014 9:32:00 AM
And in just a small poem, you are able to tell a heavy tale of depression. Wow.....well done!!!
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Date: 4/19/2014 5:23:00 AM
Fantastic take on superficial lives. Powerful words packed into a small space.
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Date: 4/19/2014 12:46:00 AM
Really a super one ! congrats on great win Suzanne !
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Date: 4/19/2014 12:16:00 AM
Congratulations on your wonderful win in Andrea's contest Suz. I need to get over and read more of your poems. Baby keeps me very busy. Hugs, C
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Date: 4/18/2014 11:43:00 PM
Hi, Suz, I had no idea this was one of your poems! thanks for supporting my contest. I really like what you are saying about those models. They truly do walk a razor's edge. Actually that was the line that made me not place you higher. You went over my syllable count there. Anyway, Congratulations to you, sweetie.
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Date: 4/17/2014 1:18:00 AM
WOW, Suzzane...this is deep. Those envied icons do live a difficult life. Imagine having to look picture perfect all the time....not only on the cat walk..but everywhere! I must say, though., I've often longed to be gawked at. It must be such a feeling of...well, can't describe it. Thanks for the poem. The message of the hidden pain comes through clearly in those last two lines.
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