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Mar 2020
Pink shadow
patted by fingertips
and light lip gloss
spread across my lips,
a lightened face to dismiss
my dimness.
War paint has evolved
into an approachable
weapon that slowly takes ahold.
Engulfed in subtleties,
you don't view as whole
and it's too late
once you're left hollow.
Written by
Phoenix Rising  122/Non-binary/Death's Door
(122/Non-binary/Death's Door)   
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     Fawn and Larry
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