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A poem written using a picture prompt for "Pretty as a Picture Contest" |
| She carefully completes the task With unprecedented care, While she prepares her shallow mask The phantom faces stare. Her face - a work of art displayed Is every man’s demise. Behind that angel masquerades A demon in disguise. Reflections warp her peace of mind And haunt her sanity. Her heart is cold, her eyes are blind, Through hopeless vanity. |