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First Class
Living under the influence
of a lifestyle so exotic,
wrapped up in appearance.
An unrequited luxury,
I am the fire not the smoke show.
Inspired on a budget.
The purity of an orchid,
that magic lies in hard to grow.
You have the only one.
Such a lovely fragrant flower,
Italy’s perfect cannoli,
rich enough for my blood.
No cash but I’ve got a passport,
a little transport everywhere.
Genes define conundrum.
Too broke to get on an airplane,
too driven to be satisfied.
I’m blue collar first class.
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Melani Udaeta
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