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Pressed powder perfect
Over a skull
Not enough to fill her shirt
She’s what defines
Beautiful, wire coat hanger
Hollows and hipbones.
Designer and diamonds.
Only the slightest stirring
Of atmosphere
In her wake
As she slips through life
With that,
Look at me I’m pretty, devil’s bet.
That screams “Am I a cover girl yet?