…And she used to be the sweetest girl. But then she tasted lips of the sad and lonely, sipped from the soul less rims of beer bottles and she couldn’t take much more. With the handbook torn in two and having learned “they’re all lies, darling”, she put on those red lips and took some wine sips. for she aged wise at a quarter of a century and found grace in lonely humans and their sky high tales…
(a little sweater and ankle boots for the perfect summer-to-fall transition)
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