Death of make up

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disposable
flesh tone
flawless
skin


you remember
when
we're
just children
I'm not sure
where
we
made
that
wrong
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but
I'd like to
go ___k_c_a_b

___))))))))))))) _______((((((((((((((( the pile of leaves in the front
lawn
and the sprinklers
running
full blast
on brown
California
lawns
we'd jump through them as if
they'd
melt us
and that was the smile
and laughter
on
our
little
bellies