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Narcissus In The Age Of Plastic
Narcissus In The Age Of Plastic
Beauty is skin deep
Layers of paint and plastic
Daubed with unsteady hands
Glance in the mirror
see the full bee-sting lips pout
and fake eye lashes
the tattooed eyebrows
filler in the crows-feet cracks
tell-tale nip and tuck
Nemesis smiles and
Avenges fading Echoes
Of a youth gone wild
When you are old...
Thursday 21st May 2020 3:02 pm
Fallen Angel
You have lost your smile.
Where is it gone ? I do not recognise you anymore.
Your lips strech, I can see your teeth,
You could have fooled us,
You could have fooled me.
Howerver, there is no longer any spark;
Your eyes are weeping and I am the witness of a bygone joy.
Forgive these crude words, there are not meant to hurt you.
What is this place that have smothered y...
Wednesday 13th March 2019 8:48 pm
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