Apr 14, 2012 15:50
I wonder how she wakes up every day
with her hair falling so perfectly
and curling up at the ends like that.
And I don't think her lips are naturally red,
and I don't understand
how she can wear white every day
and not feel like
she's been stuck in a drier three cycles too long.
If I had a job like hers,
and wore white all day like her,
and smiled and spoke and dreamt like her,
I get the funny feeling I
would wake up each day
drained.
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