abandoned her
golden rapunzel tresses
for chemically altered darkness
something to
match the way she feels
about her lack of attention
she has complimented me
perfectly
for the past nine
[and a half]
years
sunrise still lurks in her face
her voice
penless
does the same
as mine
she dances glory
over the rooftops
[she plays beauty] music
to my ears
she calls me
every once in a while
–
written f17jun2011.
about my childhood best friend.
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