women are prettiest
when they have passed,
their rouge escapes them
and leaves them like porcelain.
I would like for you to find me
when I am at my prettiest.
I will be waiting for you
to come home from work
in the kitchen,
on the floor.
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Author:
𝓱𝓪𝔂𝓵𝓮𝓲𝓰𝓱 (
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- Comment from author about the poem: I watched Donnie Darko for the first time, I loved it. Unfortunately, I am also sick!!
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