That Woman
She sits in the bus. Her lipstick maroon, her perfume sharp gin. She shares the seat with her bags. Her heels high. Her hairs jet black. She looks around for conversation. She smiles, lipstick on her teeth. Some avoid her gaze, others fall victim. Her accent post. Her story dramatic. Her bags empty.
She sits in the bus. Her lipstick maroon, her perfume sharp gin. She shares the seat with her bags. Her heels high. Her hairs jet black. She looks around for conversation. She smiles, lipstick on her teeth. Some avoid her gaze, others fall victim. Her accent post. Her story dramatic. Her bags empty.
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