There’s a glass dragonfly
With its lacey satin shadow
Almost gleaming like a cape
Swirling just behind it
Fashion is so ironic
As the figures of the sun
Come down the runway
The glass breeds another one of it
A dark woman pinned
Like a specimen
Ashen turning on a spit
But isn’t it just
The sun must take
Responsibility for both
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