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Needa Lim Mar 2016
She has an oval face
Round big eyes
Sharp nose with pretty lips

Nice feature of a face
When asked,
She got it from her dad

Soon she turned eighteen
Longed for beauty
She slaps powders on her face

Boys drawn to her beauty
She loved attention
Layers of powders gain it more

She stared into the mirror
Wondering who,
Is the girl beneath that powders

Too late to turn back
Her face,
Turned into a canvas

Whose face lose identity
Without paints
Ain't beauty in a plain canvas

Why hide beneath the powder
When you,
Could be beautiful through Him?
Needa Lim Mar 2016
Do not try to hold my gaze,  deer

I won't sit still, I would stiffened


I'd tensed my muscles


Haven't you heard, my deer?


I'd devour you


Haven't you heard, my deer?


I'd stay in the cold


Haven't you heard, my deer?


I love solitude


Haven't you heard, my deer?


I have a frozen heart.

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