off the rack

by kholinar

In light of your matter,  
the photo shoot scatters,  
tight curves on a platter —  
we polished your serve.  

(it worked till I swerved)  

Rich tones in your wind-blown,  
chaotic koan tresses,  
black-label addresses,  
A winning look dyed.  

(the publicist sighed)  

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