Polaroid Party

I see the crowded party
I see my grandma's young unwrinkled face
Red auburn-streaked honeycomb hair
The smell of hairspray and overpriced perfume
Sitting in the wooden hand-carved chair
The purple halter dress hugs her tight
And her heavy hoops hang low
She's ready to leave and her smile is tired

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