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Nov 2011
My hair cascading down my back
my back straight, head held high
tracing my fingers over my skin
showing the bruises from the night before
my eyelashes batting trying to hide the tears
i look in the mirror seeing a stranger there
its not me it can't be
brown eyes so deep to see the very soul
full eyelashes batting to kiss the sky
pale flawless skin as soft as the snow
i slip the ribbon around my waist
tightening it there in a single bow
i brush make up over the bruises
put a smile on my face
i slide the heels on my feet
an look in the mirror once more
it is me a beauty in disguise
a devil hiding in an angels skin....
andrea
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