What is lipstick but a veneer            

Masking the essence                   

Of true self                                     

The cover of a book                         

Which hides the story                       

A beacon which attracts                    

The innocent wayfarer                    

With an alluring promise                 

To savour the surface tension         

Blissfully unaware                           

Of what lurks below                        

As the beating heart                       

Pulses existence


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