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Make-Up Wake-Up
This poem really is a slam. Please consider watching this live performance on my youtube channel: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7whtE5vY2cg
I feel the gaze of the man I love as I cover myself in chemicals.
His head behind mine in the mirror, still sitting in the still-warm bed
He’s going to be late if he doesn’t get a move on.
He watches as I paint my face
Foundation, co...
Saturday 8th September 2018 1:37 pm
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