My lips were always the same color,
but you painted them to fit your shade
of conformity, lies in perfection,
but did you ever look at yours and wonder if you'd done the same?
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Elevation
PoetryA series of curious & personal poems about questions, doubts, and loveliness.
Modern Mauves & Other Moves
My lips were always the same color,
but you painted them to fit your shade
of conformity, lies in perfection,
but did you ever look at yours and wonder if you'd done the same?