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Two sisters are sitting chock-a-block
But silence makes a wall
In between.
One smiles like a beauty exuding around
While another gives no look at it at all,
Bathing with pride
In her own beauteous flood.
Envy takes them under its grip,
Sneaking through the wall into the corner
Of beauteous rolling orbs;
It gets them to lock horns with each other
By fanning the fire in their eyes
For the boasting glow
Of pompous beauty to die down. |
