you're new hair that flows out with the old
touching light concealer across your face
your dresser is a cornucopia of cosmetics,
plastic fiber blusher brushes,
spread carefully as the golden frame
arching around the corners of the mirror
hold together to create you
but just know that to me you don't need it
you're all the beauty I could ever handle
underneath you eyeliner.
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