Vanity never stops to rest
He sleeps when satiated, yet it does not
Know this
Feeding on the lifeblood
Feeding on itself at times
Vanity, he is rather unkempt
He looks at me like
I don't exist
But I know his secret
I'll catch vanity sleeping
One day
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