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Not Mine
I have a face
But it’s not my face
It’s a face with flawless skin
And I have eyes
But they're not my eyes
Lined in black
With upraised wings
And the glitter and gold above them
Is not mine either
Shimmering and throwing light
When I blink
And I smile
But it’s not my smile
A practiced smile framed with bright red lips
That are not mine either
...Sunday 29th April 2018 8:41 pm
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