by Niamh Doolan
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- The multitude of viridian eyes that dance and laugh,
Eyes inspiring envy, eyes . . .
Making the baby blues spill tears
on their behalf
Precious aesthetic value, beneath which
pseudo-truth lies
A royal fuck, pedigree, top crumpet
Vanity, windowless-soul stifles breathy sighs
All for show, false eyes can not unmask
This polished strumpet
