In an artist's frame
The two sides of my face
Are not the same
Yet swollen shows the art
That yet so many
Cannot take a purposeful part
Part pain, part cosmetic
Show shame and hide pain
Aesthetics allows pathetic
People allow you pity
Yet harbour disgust
Like an inner city, ugly but pretty
One lives with the care
Of a swollen heart
That's hard to share
Yet hearts glide
Towards to swollen face
To take a side
Hide but show and tell
Show is not a choice
All ends swell
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