
I prefer
being smothered
in mild fragrance
of my own perfume
rather
than the opulence
of your imposed
superciliousness
whatever gets
under my skin
needs to be a belief
not the fakeness
of masks
which assure
calculated victories in
beauty contests

I prefer
being smothered
in mild fragrance
of my own perfume
rather
than the opulence
of your imposed
superciliousness
whatever gets
under my skin
needs to be a belief
not the fakeness
of masks
which assure
calculated victories in
beauty contests
Individualism – Love your take!
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Thank you so much!
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“superciliousness” is a good word. Well done!
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Thank you, VJ!
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So welcome, Reena.
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Thanks a lot!
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i m such a bastard
so not the last of me
see
custard pie
is the main reason why
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Reblogged this on Sharing Thoughts.
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Wow! Excellent take.
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Thanks 😀
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I love this poem, Reena.
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Thank you, Roberta!
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