Wilted to Fame

Bright red lips,

Sizzling hot,

Eye-catcher,

A megastar, she is

The Queen of Surprises, she is

Her softer-side faded

Simply sweet she was

A bloomed and pink rose she was

Fresh,

Pristine,

Meloncholy.

But in time she wilted

And turned brown.

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