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The mascara becomes livid,

not wanting to colour your eyelids.

The lipstick becomes vile,

not willing to paint your lips.

The nail polish becomes haughty,

not showing interest to polish your nails.

Yes, they have gone for a strike,

not willing to render services.

Yes, I don’t care for them.

You are in your own league,

you don’t need those trinkets.

You are a paragon of beauty.

When you use them, their importance enhance.

They are all meaningless,

they are all worthless without you.

Let them understand their fault,

let them realize the truth,

let them bow to your pulchritude,

let them come back throwing their hubris.

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