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The Caricature's Canvas


The shrill blare of my alarm clock 
Ripped me from my pleasant slumber. 
I reluctantly rolled from the
Warm comfort of my bed and
Began my morning routine.

I cautiously traced my eyes with 
Elegance,
Because he likes girls that dance. 
I glued to my eyelids
Propriety,
Because he likes decent girls.
I shaded my eyelids with
Mystery,
Because he likes the unexpected.
I brushed my cheeks with
Innocence,
Because he likes younger girls.
I pierced in my earlobes
Jealousy,
Because he likes it when girls are possessive. 
I painted my sharp nails with
Criminality,
Because he likes girls that get into trouble.
I sketched my eyebrows into a scowl with 
Hate,
Because he likes mean girls.

I drank in one last glance
At my illustration in the mirror, 
And, with my backpack
And a smile of authenticity, 
Continued out the door.
 
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<pre style="white-space: pre-wrap; word-wrap: break-word; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"> The shrill blare of my alarm clock Ripped me from my pleasant slumber. I reluctantly rolled from the Warm comfort of my bed and Began my morning routine. I cautiously traced my eyes with Elegance, Because he likes girls that dance. I glued to my eyelids Propriety, Because he likes decent girls. I shaded my eyelids with Mystery, Because he likes the unexpected. I brushed my cheeks with Innocence, Because he likes younger girls. I pierced in my earlobes Jealousy, Because he likes it when girls are possessive. I painted my sharp nails with Criminality, Because he likes girls that get into trouble. I sketched my eyebrows into a scowl with Hate, Because he likes mean girls. I drank in one last glance At my illustration in the mirror, And, with my backpack And a smile of authenticity, Continued out the door.</pre> <div>&nbsp;</div>

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