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i stare at her face
delicate ink flowers swirl around
her
left eye
blue petals that must have taken
forever adorn the flowers
and i
think
why

a flourish of
acrylic tears that look like
the plumages of an aging bird
pour from her right eye and i
wonder

why

her lips are midnight black and
one side of her
mouth is painted higher than
the other
and i ask

why

speckles of golden
sunset splash across shoulders
uncovered.

and she whispers



why not




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