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I am the truth, the pure truth-

The sweat-drenched tattered hair

Matted on your bare shoulders

Before you shower and perfume.



I am the first sore sun burn

Pinking your pretty skin

Requiring delicate care

Before you tan toasty golden.



I am sleep red rimmed eyes

Early in the morning

Before your magic makeup

Renders them luscious once again.



I would have preferred to be

The aftermath, the latter-

Subtle lies inviting sighs

Beauty receiving its homage.



But no, that is not to be.

I blunder forth blindly

Child of the unvarnished truth

Wordlessly laughing at its starkness.