Wretched bronzed adolescent boy
your fake smile is engraved
on summer diamante days
You are a dismantled catastrophe.
One day the gloss on your tan
will lose all of its intensity
and your euphoric rise to heartthrob
will be one of those memories
that you just might feel ashamed of.
**This poem was written for a contest.
All the words in italics are those that had to be used in the poem.**
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