Women love to hate them.
Men only want to sleep with them.
They essentially are nothing more
than pretty little play things.
Adorned with nothing more than a smile
they illicit feelings of angst and animosity,
and lewd lust and desire.
They do nothing more than walk in a room,
but they're targeted as an entity,
not a person.
Soon they are reduced to nothing more than a face,
not even a name.
They have no thoughts or opinions.
They are nothing. Beauty is fleeting and subjective.
The pretty girls,
they blow away.
They are dust in the wind.
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