…she liked her hair red it kept her warm…
…tears of an unloved vegetable…
…half of me will always be with you…
…no matter how she tried she always came up short…
…pale of skin she opened her arms drinking in the morning…
…she knew her makeup was flawed…
…night came and still she shone…
…even though beauty abounds – she never let anyone close…
…realizing time was short she spiraled in on herself…
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