dye our hair
platinum blonde.
trade our soul for
pretty plastic.
make us
glitter.
make us
shine.
we
are your c o l l e c t i o n.
make
us
a gallery.
put us in rows, columns, lines.
painted eyes and mouths half-open.
gasping.
take
another shot.
bang
b
a
n
g
we're the transient immortals.
ephemeral, epicene.
flash, we're gone
yet we
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