12 November 2012
No7 Mascara And breasts are implants. Enough beauty here to send no one in a trance. A layer thick of foundation. Your lips are a colour celebration. Nipple tassles Skin is hassled, By tons of powder And your hair is soft as fur. Dyed a rich ruby red. Round your a eyes is a thread, Of eyeliner, than silk it is finer. Piercing all over. You face you did cover, With makeup.
SO NOT PRETTY
Unreal • Opuss № I