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Getting Messy

I like when

your eyes haze

with mystery

so I know myself

more sculpturally

and remember

how to brow,

how to jowl,

how to cheek.

I like when

we lip,

more smear

less line,

when we belief

less tidy,

more smudge

more shine.

I love when we

smile through

shadowy mess—

when we face

less certain,

more suggest.

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