Marilyn Monroe was a living proof
of the heavy price to pay
when a pretty girl plays with fire
and become an expensive toy.
She used to fly and play with dragons
and sleep on weekends in a white castle.
But the cristal sandal was not for her, no
it didn't fit her. It couldn't fit her.
Marilyn was a prisoner of fashion
and the owner of all hearts.
A scared lonely mermaid
playing cards with the sky.
We may say she lived a curious life
We may say she was the center of some universes.
But she was not an eternal shining sun
She was the mistress of thunder, mistress...nothing else.
A.
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