October 2, 2017
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Endorphins sweep through bodies
the last stitch of makeup makes its way off the brush
Runs in nylons are glossed over with clear polish
The smell of sweet tresemme spray consumes the air becoming one of what you breathe
Lost bobbi pins cry in the crevices of worn out bags
When you hear
The sound of silence get eaten by the crowd
The moment you've awaited for so long
3 minutes later
It's over

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