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Perfect
Sally had a smile forced on,
like her skin tone.
Jaundice face
a perfect yellow,
made from bruises six
days gone.
Swollen lips make
collagen obsolete,
with hint of rouge
slapped on her cheeks.
Her eyes were radiant,
adorned with kohl black rings.
How easy to admire her beauty,
as she lay there motionless.
Sally will never know how her skin
should have glowed,
or name a baby Alex.
They closed her casket,
and lowered it deep in the ground.
Another victim of spousal abuse.
