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A poem about a Geisha in Japan, inspired my the book and film of Memoirs of a Geisha. |
| Her ebony hair waxed backwards, Her lips crimson as blood, Charcoled eyebrows perfect, Kimono uncreased as she stood. Her outlined eyes were startling, Her face as white as a ghost, Fans in her hands at the ready, To dance for the party and host. |