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Rouge
at right angles to beauty,
geometry's not my friend,
full reservoirs of make-up
my proportions won't mend
other girls seem so pretty
my torso's a basket case
lobster nose, carrot hair,
mirrors crack at my face
I dream of drastic surgery
features lissom and new
Romeos on my doorstep
aftershaves in a queue
each day flushed torture
in a self-consc...
Saturday 8th May 2021 11:08 am
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