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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Personas have limits, boundaries veiled by the thin masquerade of pretense They whisper promises of identity, yet crack under pressure of reality's weight—poet She puts on her face while vaping smoke surrounds, Carefully paints fishtail eyes , studs, and crimson lips, satin scarfs around hug her hips Bindi adorned when with the Janes A sterling nose ring pierces a membrane Azure pools of light inserted—contact’s atop wistful deeper dark reddish brown longing lens Riffles through a cosmetic bag, Faberge`a final touch then off she struts Spinning the roulette wheel in random realms Burned through one persona after another The mask worn smothers Charcoal tears pour down her cherry cheeks Personas have their limitations Reinventions only break the tiresome tensions Infinite shades of pale, anemic, listless Darker are the shadows that deem Her skin is frail, weakness fills a ship and torn it’s sail Though her wit retains its cutting edge out on the ledge an empty soul on trial Tragic trends suit her Charcoal tears won’t save her Metamorphosis’s demise, elusive unmasked Limited are the bounds of weakness, Marie-Thérès Picasso’s golden muse hung herself after his death Now a frozen memory in the dark daze as nothing else remains its love’s myth She played the games we may or not resist Gone those days frozen in merciless mist where fate awaits
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