She sat with tabloids beneath one hands pink painted nails
The other hand picking
"He loves me, he loves me not"
Innocent underneath all that was not a lot
Draping from her body
Red lipstick covered her Cupid's bow
And sighs of sad came through her undiscovered mouth
The pictures screamed skinny, skinny under glossy paper
And she huffed
"He loves me not"
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