natural blush

I tend to shy away from makeup I rarely pick up spray or brush My heart is in flesh beating and will one day turn to dust I don't want to put forth creme facade so you grimace when it rains the trails of salt from filmy tears are all that streak my face If foreign objects draw you jeweled tones upon the eyes I do not fault your fancy tastes or call concealer lies But love is not burst into fire by the curving of a kohl stick And cheeks that redden with a kiss are all that I would wish to feed the flame upon the wick that brightens and brings higher two souls too bright to miss

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