half of the face of boredom
wearing burt's bee's lipstick
Take, oh take those lips away,
That so sweetly were forsworne,
And those eyes: the breake of day,
Lights that doe mislead the Morne;
But my kisses bring againe, bring againe,
Seales of love, but seal’d in vaine, seal’d in vaine.
--William Shakespeare
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