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Eyes, like the heavens, powdered blue

Sadness, crept its way into

Lips, as pale as palest pink

I watched, but ne’er did she blink

Her beauty, was so well concealed

Hidden, yet, it was revealed

Behind the mask, a haunted being

Wide eyed, she remained unseeing



March Writing Prompt:  Powdered Blue – Day 10/31

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