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Little Miss Conception

She paints her toes

Put her best face on

Cat eye wings drawn

Red lipstick promises

A tender heart beneath

White teeth lie and bite

Hide the charred insides

Assuming her favorite disguise

Her smile shows no sign of grace

Darker than the dead of space

Heat and chemical sprays

No part of her left genuine

A glance in the mirror

Before she goes out

Nothing can touch her

Except her own doubt

 

Perfect, she breathes

Perfect, she lies

Perfect, she screams

Perfect, she dies

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katrina-maria
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Jun 17, 2013
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