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Think of Hollywood and Vine then think of me.
Remove the stars and happiness, what do you see?
Is it a picture of perfection, a picture of smiles?
Or is it full of poor, sad souls, sitting on bare tiles?
Think about the city, think about a show.
All who come to see, expect to see what Brantley wrote.
But what if you walked in, to find empty seats and stage
Would you be filled with sadness, bewilderment or rage?
Then out comes the girl, who everyone spoke about.
She doesn't wear a costume and her mask is inside out.
You see a different side, then what was described before.
Would you walk away disgusted or sit down and talk some more?
Use what you don't know, to determine what is right.
If you can't put yourself out there then it's just not worth the fight.
Take a glimpse of what is real, take away all that is not.
Do you like what you see? Cuz this is all I've got.
copyright 2006 anm
Wednesday, August 23, 2006
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