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I sat and I wondered, to myself in my head, what shall I do before going to bed? "There's not much day left; there's no time ...

Monday, October 10, 2011

Poem 359: Make-up

Coating thickly, packed and firm
make-up covers me
it paints on lines after in turn 
it takes them off of me.

You seem to work against yourself
first making same, then bright
First powder dims my colored face
then blush brings back the light.

Oh laughing make-up you are sleek
when on another's face
but when you're painted onto me
I feel like I am fake.

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