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Blue Lipstick


Blue, Black, Orange, White Colors everywhere in sight So many colors, do they ever stop? We run around we shop and we shop But for what? A tube of paint? The true meaning has become faint So many things have been changed And what’s funny is no one thinks it’s strange The reason we wear this paint Is to enhance our beauty For we feel it is our duty To make it known That we are beautiful in every way But what do you say When you see you’re wearing a mask Not up to the task Of showing the real you Blue Lipstick Ugh, it makes me sick
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