She flaunted her Hermes bag
with a sense of pride

And let her Baccarat perfume
wore her long slender neck
making everyone run wild

The Givenchy gown graced her demeanor
giving her appearance
a shade above some divine touch

The Argyle pear cut ring pink glare
was dwarfing any other shades
that existed in the bright or the twilight

She was an allure,
an occult,
an epitome of seraphic grace

Yet despite such display of extravaganzas
the prodigality remaining insignificant,
for the world never took notice of anything
but her elegant ethereal presence

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