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She strips the oils from her face And applies the clay to canvas Molding cheekbones out of grounded stone She puts her smile out to dry Her skin cracking like pottery Little hands breaking the mold Becoming what they said to never be So instead they almost molded- She recreates the scars in her skin the foundation layered the concrete no longer wet
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Jun 21, 2017
Jun 21, 2017 at 10:00 PM UTC
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She strips the oils from her face And applies the clay to canvas Molding cheekbones out of grounded stone She puts her smile out to dry Her skin cracking like pottery Little hands breaking the mold Becoming what they said to never be So instead they almost molded- She recreates the scars in her skin the foundation layered the concrete no longer wet
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Jun 21, 2017
Jun 21, 2017 at 10:00 PM UTC
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