just something that's been in my head:
when i think of beauty
when i think of beauty
i hear the click-click-click of my grandmother's heels.
her pink lipstick on wrinkled lips,
from which springs a hesitant
"do you like what i'm wearing?"
the question resounding of a teenage girl
desperate for attention
the moment of apprehension
before the compliment makes
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