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A man’s face is his autobiography. A woman’s face is her work of fiction.
Beauty and peace is what they see.
How to tell them that both are a lie?
My eyes hold sadness.
My lips long to kiss that of another.
To lay my heart beside his, and live forever.
I’ve been told I have the perfect nose.
Why not the perfect ass?
The perfect thighs?
I want to be happy.
There is no pill for what I crave.
But still I want.
I need a smoke.
A vodka and tonic.
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