the girl
by Padi Harman
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sat in the car
w/the visor down
the overhead light on
the tape deck playing
guns & roses
she saw us
but kept her face
to the mirror
red lipstick
on huge puckered lips
vanity
was my first impression
dead battery
was my second
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