In the folds of my mind lurks the image of a girl
Painting detailed sunsets to the smallest cloud curl
On useless, broken records and discarded, dirty bricks,
Painting with thistles, using pink lipsticks,
Navy shoe polish the shade of deep bays,
Dandelion yellow from the fields where she plays,
Red from deep cuts snaking down her arm
Dripping off
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