i wonder why you painted
your face wherein you are
invisible to us, where are you
with those dark sunglasses
your plasticize hair, bulging
can you still breathe on that
can in a moment look me
in my eyes without those
obstruction like talking to tv
:) cry not i'm observing you
i know you have money to
giddy up, you're looking good
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