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Beauty queens get everything.

Their crowns are gold,
Their chins are high,
Their smiles are pearls aligned,
Admirably beneath pink lips.

Beauty queens are everything.

They are royal ,
They are blood,
They are skin,
And they are jewel.

Beauty queens get everything,
Beauty queens are everything,
But most of all,
Beauty queens receive everyone.

Until someone,
Does not dance into their palm,
Will the world asunder.

Cause then,
Everything desirable does not desire them.

The boy with the sharp edged glasses,
Is a fracture in her glass empire,
The fluttering feeling in her gut,
Is the downfall of her reign,
Every queenly trait about her is,
Stripped.
Every reason for her thrown is,
Ruptured.

And if she has lost every,
Then she is just a thing.

No wonder desirables,
Do not associate with things.

But it's sad,
Shameful,
That after all,
Even as a queen,
People always perceived her as just a thing.