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Glitz girls in the spackle. Teen climbed The boughed over stair. Stole lace to begin again In darkness, a fingering salt. Print Delighted the line to lined Pink. Was doll-sized, weighted out. Was flat-reaped sigh And dollar bin plaid. Fridays we stayed in Till in coughed through with dry heat. Men Grew approximate in their longing for something to mine. Sippy cup of burn, acrylic camel, and melting kohl Was a hiding past boyish. We shone with miraculous Droll. Don’t try to kiss me, she was always saying. Older Than a watch, the girl who pays starch to hush Meat. Gargantuan between grown and still us, I leave her orange street, my wanting ode