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Alice In Wonderland

She frenziedly smeared the rogue make-up about... Her ivory malaise face; contorted seemed vanities glass While breaking orange's gloss, laced lipstick as painting her Cheshire cat's up turned smile currents of excitement and she rattling Silver streaks in highlight's hair her favourite, champagne pink, stilettos Tapping a memoir's mania beat upon, revamping's boudoir's floor peignoir, with frills.... Palpable fanfare, held the essence be her creed ? Porcelain ballerina's dementia and, dreams.

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Date: 6/1/2015 5:55:00 AM
Very nice write,, not so much like my Rabbit Hole though :)
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Date: 7/14/2014 3:01:00 AM
NICE POEM
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Date: 7/11/2014 11:24:00 PM
That dementia can indeed get to anyone,even to porcelain ballerinas..Yes John,behind the beautiful skun still lies the weaknesses,pain and illnesses,if not today,tomorrow.That is why We have to be compassionate towards the ill.
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Charmaine Chircop
Date: 7/11/2014 11:25:00 PM
Skin i meant..oops :)

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