her face

her stubborn smile feeds her face

her buttered up cheeks sore to the stroke

her ripped nose, congested and condoled

her crushed velvet eyes like whole pies

her creaseless forehead, seamless soft as a sole

her prominent chin striking me bold

 

these are the things I see her for

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