Beauty School Graduate

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God loves a trier,perpetual pretend passion.Comb through the doubting,that she can’t untangle this knot. “He tells me he loves me, all the time.” Just a little more,hike to forever, and smirk down.Life turns out the lights.Add a b...

God loves a trier,
perpetual pretend passion.
Comb through the doubting,
that she can’t untangle this knot.

“He tells me he loves me, all the time.”

Just a little more,
hike to forever, and smirk down.
Life turns out the lights.
Add a bit of conditioner.

“He secretly loves when I nag him.”

She has fixed school shoes,
war wounds from the angry pavement.
Can’t accept defeat.
Triumphant over bad highlights.

“He’s still mine, after thirty one years.”

Her lashes look good,
until the truth lashes her world.
She watches him go,
and the concealer goes with him.

“Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, shit.”

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