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Oils

I’m not conceded,

I’m just self-conscious.

Please—

Don’t touch my face!

 

They’re not dirty,

They’re just not clean.

When you touch me

I can feel my face blemish.

So please—

Don’t touch my face!

 

It’s not that I don’t like you,

I’m just appalled by your oils.

Please, I beg you—

Don’t touch my face…

 

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