the world's a bunch of pink and white faces painted silver and gold, 
skins outgrowing souls, gnarled as inpatient fingernails
clipped by death as they grow old.

Beauty is fleeting; ugly moves in to stay,
mining cracks in the asphalt, bearing roots and twisted leaves
meaning well, being honest
smoking cigarettes and swearing
ladelling light-touched showtime beer soaked love
clumsily on o...

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