Untitled 2 she wears a headdress of feathers and glue, she's dancing in the rain and thinking of you. the mud on her shoes won't rub off, neither will the stains on her hands and feet. she's loud and beautiful but feels invisible, you tell her often enough, and say she's incredible. her jumpy dresses are in the wash, she's left with your jeans and too-big-shirts. she's smiling and sunny, 'i love you' you say, she frowns and replies 'we've only been us for a month and a day' 'i love you all the same'
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