new girl

That girl with the glossy ambrosia lips
The color of poppy’s
her youth so sweet and adolescent
no borders of the past
Still unwrapping a present
Pumping young blood
Hair wisps in the wind
Ageless
in a magazine on someone’s dinning table
Time and time again she waste away in its spell binding pages

Expense

the NEW

Experience





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