Desk
Fringes of paper torn from notebooks she torturously pens ideas in litter the monumental desk.
A cola can sits in a place of honor among black lipstick and purple nail polish.
The serpentine ribbon of this book loops and lingers, and a sharp-edged wire bow sits as a subtle mask of innocence.
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