The Vale of Cashmere

The Vale of Cashmere

 

Queen of an Orlando palace and a timeshare kingdom, ex Miss America escorts us through her palace of spirits.


Forbidden secrets
Slurred delights, Cashmere was an arcadia of indigent indulgence
Overdosing on temptation, cherished glimmers
The Vale of Cashmere could steal you and blow away your dismays 


Assets slithering away
Satin and silk ripped off of backs 
Reality seeps in, it’s long acrylics clenching around our throats
Light flickering away to bare feet thudding on leaves and dirt


The injustice the absolute immorality of it all how could they do this to us how dare they who do they think they are
We are who we are, opulence is who we are
A guilded film fringes me and I eternally will bathe in

 
 

clothing AMEHL NYC

 
 
 

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