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Mar 2023
why do i glide serum through my hair
stare into the mirror in my makeup chair
i need advice and a vice
being a woman does not suffice
a keen yearn to please
must i get down on knees?
swamped in a somber guilt
i lack will, i wilt
Facia Overkill
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Facia Overkill  22/F/Chester, England
(22/F/Chester, England)   
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