Two red dots smeared on my lips,
White powder polishes my cheeks,
A pink tutu pulled up to my hips,
And my French perfume reeks,
My hair pulled tightly by a ring,
My cold hands masked by gloves,
My leg warmers stick to my shin,
My vest of feathers from the doves,
My contacts are searching my eyes,
My nails are sparkling too much,
But I will be their perfect prize,
To their lives, I will add my touch,
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!!!! www.happycows.eu. Helo! Γa Va? The name's Dana, Dana Dana, (Day.na). I'm 13, come from a big family of very... loud people, despite that I am quiet, and keep to myself. I like spongebob (He made me who I am today.) I usually write poems, sometimes a story, and blogs if I'm lacking in poetry ideas. 'One can be addicted to a certain type of sadness' unknown person, please stop writing about me. ‘‘‘‘
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