Putting My Feet in the Dirt: September Prompt #18 : Polished to Perfection

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Her nails were perfect
her hair was too
her smile was the best smile money could buy
and so were her boobs.
Her beauty was like those rough little stones
you polished and tumbled for nights
and when they were done and looked like jewels
you wore them with childlike delight
but if they were flawed,
straight to the garden they went
to live with the mulch
and slugs.