Mighty ridiculous thought that needs be incinerated immediately, for it's hotter than molten magma, and wearing anything except a gallon of deodorant while stepping out would be an unforgivable mistake.
Imagine, streaks of liner running down bronze tinted cheeks, making me look every bit heroine chic.
But what do I feel like?..broad winged liner on an upper lid, clouded with Matt purple smoke, a soot grey liner on lower lid; the inner core punctured with whiffs of white daubs. Cheeks a blush of muted shadow of orange, highlighted with a pale terra cotta gleam of a shy bronzer.
And lips..a lovely subdued matted mauve; my absolute favourite for this season.
Thusly, my face a war paint of evening glam, would I love to step out..in my dreams, but not in this heat.
Why do I feel like going out dancing. Perhaps soon..very soon.
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