I cover every single flaw of mine
with layers of silence and a lying face.
I pretend to be a devil's concubine
running through denial's maze.
I can't put make-up on my shadow's skin
so I'm left incomplete and tainted.
My only consolation is your voice of glossy sin
that leaves the holy virgins dead or fainted.
Poetry by True Words Embellished
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Written on 2005-11-30 at 23:13
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