Painted LadiesA Poem by gabiaimeeArtwork is dangerous.
She spent her weekends in museums
jealous of the painted ladies for they were more beautiful than she. She would have liked nothing more than to be told that she was the prettiest piece of art in the building. One day these words were spoken to her from another woman. She found she was alone amongst watercoloured Aphrodite and was looking into a mirror when the words spilled from her lips.
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