Are you avoiding me?
Don't play dumb.
Eyes circle like planets
Everywhere but here
Does my face make you
Cower, wince, cry?
Lips like puckered wounds,
Crackled resin skin,
Hideous? No, no? Are you
Disgusted, repulsed? No really--
Tell me.
Shelved aside, here the
Dust collects in my hair
Blush ashens to gray
So I embarrass you?
My dear, we are through.
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