She has an unguarded sense of vanity
a brush stroke used, littered
lips curled into maroon
sky touched with a hideous blue.
She wears selected moments in her hair
wraps her up in a fragile layers
and looks through violet shades.
Assorted rumours glitter in her nailpaints
some green, some red
some those blushed in the bed.
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