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Skin Deep
‘Beauty’s only skin deep,’ they say
words they somehow think will help
words fail
fall like acid drops to litmus mind
absorbed, stored, burnt to memory
like scars.
Acute acne leaves its red and pitted trail
and mirrors tell no lies
I reflect upon a ruined face
each blemish magnified.
For many years
I shun the light
that sheds its brig...
Tuesday 18th October 2011 2:48 pm
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