Her red dress and curls
are currently bespoke in her mind.
Walking home, past the overgrown duck pond,
towards honeysuckle lane
she nonchalantly recalls
her cookery classes
where see dreamed of preparing
welcome meals for a chosen one.
But of late, her mercurialness
navigates notional dreams
solitary by turn,
and then she cut her curls
to renounce her prior gains.
Jul 22, 2013
Jul 22, 2013 at 4:03 PM UTC
Her red dress and curls
are currently bespoke in her mind.
Walking home, past the overgrown duck pond,
towards honeysuckle lane
she nonchalantly recalls
her cookery classes
where see dreamed of preparing
welcome meals for a chosen one.
But of late, her mercurialness
navigates notional dreams
solitary by turn,
and then she cut her curls
to renounce her prior gains.
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