the sort of wild girl
who might rub lemons
on her hair
after squeezing them
biting at the flesh
puckering lips
dreaming of highlights
on a mousey sort of day
stirring an ice cream soda
in a derelict cafe
just to fulfill her sweet tooth
for the afternoon
a flush rises in her cheeks
strawberry flavoured
freckles standing out
like little seeds
after too many prompts [backdated sept 23rd]
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