The Glass Eye of Lonely
She is night-star beautiful
strawberry blond curls
illuminating royal cheekbones
hazel-eyed
conversationalist supreme
bikini fit
the crown jewel on Mr. Dean's list.
Lunchtime, she chose her seat carefully.
Her cherub face bathed in half shadow.
In a strange three-quarter pose.
Like a nude model sitting for a con artist.
Forever single, the pretty girl with the glass eye.
lonelier than a night star.
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