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American I get my own personal canvas to express myself? / / / Interesting. / / It will be painted with royal blue / for the eyes / Harsh rouge tint / for the mouth / Cheeks will be stained / with mascara smudges and / sticky candy / The candies of hedonistic fruition / that a hunger not easily satiated / can claim / in this narcissism called / Self-explanation.

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