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For Fake is
not just a word
But a red lipstick
On a lady’s
lip
Kiss!
Black
mascara on her eyes,
Bit of
powder on the cheeks
To cover
her griefs.
For Fake is
not just written
But seen from far
Fully rounded
Like the
belly of
Mr. President
Touch!
Before it explodes.
Fake is also
felt
In a One Million scented
lover
Smell!
Faker than
the plastic
flowers
He brings.
By Jahooli Devi
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