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Stick-on's && Eyeliner

I don't know why they call you sugar
you're more like artificial sweetener.
could it be the cotton candy in your chest
that you can't breathe past?

Or the syrup consistant lies
at the back of your skull.
Do ankles && elbows mean nothing?
When the art of lying becomes too hard
how do you fill the time between conquests?

A Clandestine love affair
might seem appealing
but your stick-on's && eyeliner
don't deserve my prizing glory.

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  • crimsondew
    July 19, 2007

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    A lovely poem...expressing the artificiality of outer beauty, the superflous kind...
    Very well done...