#NaPoWriMo 2

Sanding away the varnish
of another glamorous lie
It was a night for revelling
yet I was the painted fly
who sat on his gorgeous petal
as the ladies butterflew by
How they dance to his dew scented tune
How they spiral around his lust
But me, I sit quietly
My thousand eyed stare
Turning them all to dust.

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