The final piece of makeup
She becomes the woman
No kiss on those ruby lips
All for show
Let’s not spoil the glow
For the woman on the go
Competing with Miss high heels
Not forgetting bimbo bitch
The other one who loves herself
Women in general
Checks the mirror for the approval seal
She’s hot
The real deal
Turns and asks
How do i look
I don’t know
I left you years ago..
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Author:
Paul Bell (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: July 24th, 2026 05:22
- Category: Sad
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Comments1
Vanity has its price as does all else. Age peals the pain and rusts the steel. Mirror mirror on the wall who's the fairest of them all. Entropy takes its toll and even the fairest fall into wrinkles and rot. None escape the maggots. Well written Paul
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