Instead of just waking up
and putting on some 'make up'

do

sit up
with eyes very wide
and pull the hair

pull them not gently
ensure no care
tug not like the breeze
maybe some violence
to the soul would appease

the eyes blink too
furiously at that
while the pink nail paint
begins to crack

let the hands fall loose
and the pace decrease
a whiff of perfume
in the air
will then seep

the future ignore
and the past too
hold out not hands
to fortune tellers
or those who sew

nothing you cant mend
has been sown till date
but words declared
which actions later failed

like rings fall in fingers
and babies welcome milk
know not whats where
just sway sway sway

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absolved of all 'sin'