Literature
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you see me in blinding white,
lights make our faces bleed with colours
of bleach and washed-out pales.
i am gloriously sanitised,
with a face perfectly chiseled
and an expression as cold as marble.
i sing in monotonous mess,
but it is alright nonetheless,
with manicured nails and killer clothes
i am statuesque.
(but)
my love is vague,
my life is a circle
yes, a circle.