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We sported messy hair and scuffed knees

From learning to do cartwheels at recess,

Where grubby hands exchanged playing cards

And wide eyes squinted

When they looked at the sun.

Remember how we used to play

With those dolls?

How we found their pouty red lips,

And rosy cheeks so pretty?

As I make eye contact with you

Through the bathroom mirror,

Your lashes are caked with mascara

And black kohl liner,

I notice a colouring book blankness

To your cheeks.

So, I lend you my blush in exchange

For one of your drugstore lipsticks

We said smelled like wax crayons.


Poem by: Fin

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