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Peel
One by one, I rip off the
Glossy red gel that coats my nails.
Underneath, the soft pink has given way to white
As the polish tears away the calcium that gives it its color.
Four fingers down, six to go.
I wonder if I should stop.
I’ve only had them on for two weeks, after all.
But that’s one week more than I did before.
Besides, it’s better for my nails to be ...
Thursday 13th April 2023 1:44 am
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