• Vol. 02
  • Chapter 04
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I Buy a Lipstick

To compose the self, begin with colour,
an evolving palette, a story of
grotesque days, passive nights
O and more—

Who relishes texture—the plush faux fur,
a breeze of silk—and who
selects the flat, the deflection of
utter smooth?

Each man, each woman on the street
walks in revelation.