Clocks

The spiky-haired
golden blond
with the wine-stained lips
and the tendency
to over-analyze
and over-indulge
and over-do it
became
a long-and-curly-haired
cool-shade blond
with the bright red lipstick
and the tendency
to read too much,
and drink too much (coffee),
and laugh too loud —
for now, anyway.

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One response to “Clocks

  1. There’s no such thing as laughing too loud.

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