Adolescent Cliche

August 5, 2011
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She touched at her face
In the water-spot mirror
And felt like a well-told lie

She rubbed away makeup
Along her cheekbones
And saw a secret inside

She pinched blood vessels
Drawing them to her skin
Shining rose-red under her eyes

She peeled away a layer
From her chin to her brow
Crinkling what she despised

She painted a new face
But the mask held blank
Save her frozen, plastic smile

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