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A Pretty Face
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Personal- Melancholy Will I ever be seen as
more than a pretty face?
What if they’re right
That I have no substance?
That bareness fills cranium gaps?
That on the underside of taut skin,
maggots devour my bones?
When my beauty fades away,
what will I have to show for it
but some loose skin and empty holes?
