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May. 11th, 2002 01:58 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
arachne8xA Reluctant Masterpiece
A palette holds the makings of my face,
With hues that are more pleasant to your eye.
Stroked into my flesh the features strange, are
Echoes of the ones you knew before. They
Painstakingly were wrought, your nimble hands
Have formed me into them, their speech their ways
Dress me. Fumbling I recover myself
Using colors, shades that seem more true to
What formed me. And you start to see me free
The female shaped-cell at my back, hollow.
A palette holds the makings of my face,
With hues that are more pleasant to your eye.
Stroked into my flesh the features strange, are
Echoes of the ones you knew before. They
Painstakingly were wrought, your nimble hands
Have formed me into them, their speech their ways
Dress me. Fumbling I recover myself
Using colors, shades that seem more true to
What formed me. And you start to see me free
The female shaped-cell at my back, hollow.
