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This about how I wear too much make up lol.. I know its not attractive but its a vicious cycle...
Each day when I wake
My routine is addiction
Stare, smear, stroke
Beauty = contradiction
To disguise a flaw or few
The pursuit to gain perfection
Who will ever know me
I am one big misdirection
Do I meet your standard?
Without discreprancy?
The layers of deception
Applied most beautifully
Am I art or mess?
A geisha or a whore?
To be described as talented..
Or devious, a fraud
My lips are not so red
My lashes not so long
Freckles by the dozens
Who do I hide them from?
Eyes that darken with fatigue
& get puffy when I cry
When beauty is.. It is abundant
But for most another lie
Beauty is within !
Cute poem :)
D.L
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