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#nofilter


This task performed every morning,

Took the most time

And with each and every morning,

The color had to be perfectly alined.

If only she knew the beauty,

Covered by drawed on lines,

Could freeze time itself,

In the drop of a dime.

There would be no more paint brushes,

We use today as makeup tools.

We would hear nothing but natural beauty's hushes,

As the makeup starts to drool.

 

 

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