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Mar 2015
You wear concealer,
mascara, blush;
My makeup is
transparent
I'm not comfortable
around any of you;
I'm tightly wound
around the fingers
of the females
who left me
behind
Some Person
Written by
Some Person  Midwest
(Midwest)   
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