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The Face

The Face

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With her ash-shaded eyebrows lingering,

And her eyes showing a tinge of the colour of roasted almonds,

Bothered with the adjacent wrinkles subsisting,

And her corneas illustrating the lustre and glimmer of diamonds.


With her nose seeming slightly enervated and biased towards the right,

And then there is the adversity of nostrils to respire,

With the dearth of moisture in the lips,

Casting a shadow on her upper chin.


With her cheekbones being fiercely feeble,

And her jawline resolutely stiff,

With her ear pierces vanishing,

And her upper skin wither feckly.


It seems as if her hopes are evanescing,

And her visuals relinquishing the on-goings,

The furrows on her forehead have been accentuated,

And her body is on the verge of ceasing. 



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