my hair, she says,
sending a picture along
with the words,
a smiley face,
a wink.
her long black hair
is gone.
she's a plucked chicken
now,
bone thin, but smiling
like the moon at night.
her eyes large and brown,
it makes
no difference.
she's still the same girl
she always was.
she's a plucked chicken
now,
bone thin, but smiling
like the moon at night.
her eyes large and brown,
it makes
no difference.
she's still the same girl
she always was.
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