Painted Lady
J
James McLain
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This body I cover alone a mixture
Of hues colors I've called my own.
You never sleep alone on the wall
Where you hang.
Unlike all of the other's the other's
Your not.
Here where north, south, east and west
The sunlight casts your mascara,
Into the mirror that hangs across on
The wall.
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