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Who I Am

Let down my hair
Slip off my dress
Step out of the frame of
An unknown person, a weary day

Sweaty and hot
His hand on the small
Of my back, dancing
Revolving around and around and around

Now. Wiping the makeup
Off of my eyes, the makeup
Running down my cheeks
Smearing my lipstick, not even caring

How could I think that
This is who I am? Public
Apperance, flash of the camera
How am I not fit to be a star?





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