A waltz with the past

I want to be a vintage girl,

With pressed curls and cinched waist,

Slender legs and manicured hands,

Lips redder than blood itself,

Celebrated and venerated,

Marilyn Monroe incarnate,

To swirl along the painted floor,

A slow waltz with myself,

A dance with the past. 

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