Found it,
A stairway to heaven,
Nestled at the back of my
Thigh. I never was any
Good at this, it’s far too
Delicate.
Make-up is no
Problem though, at least not the
Application, I’m a
Master at that: lipstick,
Eyeliner, especially
Concealer.
Both my lives
Hang in the balance,
Behind a fishnet veil.
Such a weight on my mind
I have to keep a secret, a-
Dress.
I’m a symbol
Of a modern age, a martyr in
Laura Ashley. Individuality – I’m a real
Man of the
World.
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