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Shuffling around like a dry leaf,

a woman we call Millie,

who once had a body that

would stun men with its

obvious ripeness,



now, pressing against the mirror,

dimly remembering eclectic lovers,

paints her lips in deep burgundy

and teases her hair into snarls.



Distorting her lips into a

marilyn monroe smile,

her old maid loneliness

is lost for a moment

to memories of a dancer,

smiling on the stage

of a place called "Au Naturel."