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Jan 2015
paint on your
plastic smile
with a brush with
hair like knives

shake off your
crumpled skin
like you're shedding
your disguise

sketch in the
broken lines
with a barbed-wire
blue-ink pen

then frame the
shattered soul
you're hoping to
paint again.
An extended version of my poem, Paint.
Written by
Mirlotta  England
(England)   
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     ---, Micah, Call Me Satan and Mirlotta
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