Her heart was made
of liquid sunsets
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I smooth out my dress. My hands are shaking. I don't like it. Shaking hands cause the painting to come out bad. Sometimes it works to your advantage and you create something you didn't mean to, but most of the time, it leads to wasted canvas and paint. I don't like it. I fold them in my lap, trying desperately to take deep breaths. And then I smell him.