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Apr 2020
Like a science experiment
I feel as if that I have to
pour in a vial

grind in a sprig of love
drip in a little beauty

cough in some hair dye.

Stir in a bit of makeup
boil until the moon
shines, "it's alright".

Shred in different cloths
pour in a bit of sass.

How much longer
how many tillings left/
till
I am now

success?
< 2nd part coming >
Written by
Anne Shirley-Darcy  F/USA + S. KOREA
(F/USA + S. KOREA)   
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