Six layers of four-coat vanish crept across her lips. She sealed a broken voice behind rotten teeth in a pristine mouth. The skies turned purple under the shading of decorations. She made half hour trips across the entire face of winter highways. She told herself she was learning to speak with half-dead ghosts. The clouds parted long before her confusion did.
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