with starry skin
and eyes
the color of
velvet midnight
She is a rude awakening
and says too much
even through
her perpetual
silence
She wears expensive clothes
and cheap perfume
and doesn't eat
until she's going to faint
She stares
even though it's rude
because she
doesn't realize
they are there
She doesn't care
Somehow her lipstick
stays on all day
but no one
has ever seen
her reapply oh no
It's a shame she wasn't
a silent film star.
Everyone would have loved her then.
But not now.
They walk on the other side of the street and think about her dreadful beauty.
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