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Jan 2020
The crimson red paint of my heart,
I took it out and drew a painting on the wall.
The judgements-laced to my body,
I shaped and tied them into a bow.
In the lips that trembled for your name,
I smeared some black lipstick on.
Ripped off that white dress,
Threw away your coat,
I put on my high heels,
Now I am dancing with my ego.
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