The cool feeling of condensation on the hands of a little girl with little curls,
She shook her hair and smiled with blissful innocence,
To sell a drink for a few cents, lemonade was her perfect solution.
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The warm feeling of lipstick on a youthful girl with pin straight hair,
She layers her face like her 13th birthday cake with the perfect combination of flavours and colours,
To sell her soul for a few seconds of attention, a taste of love was her perfect poison.
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The lukewarm feeling of tears down the cheeks of a young woman with haystack hair,
She wipes her eyes and prepares to wear the mask of who she was,
To break her heart, perfection was her downfall.
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