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[madonnawannabe]

I lost my real final copy--which really pisses me off-- but this is my rough one

Is anyone there?
I'm screaming in a crowded room
No one looks, no one knows
she perches on the coach
her thrown to glory and demise
we vomit empty words
feeding off eachother
she loves, she laughs, she lies
they pass the rolled dollar
she clutches it with her life
and she snorts it with her death
her eyes glass
her face pale
her lips dry
she looks at my countanence
I look into her soul
is anyone there?