Everlasting Makeup
To be told or not told
wear it all day
every time and every place
makeup is my one desire
a love, a craving, a form of art
its an expression
stranded on a island
makeup can last years
with the amount i own its everlasting
with all tis i own
shall it last
for my one i hold dearly
stuck on a island with my makeup
my face will give blank canvas
i shall never bore
starts with a brush
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