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[runawaytease]

I can remember that girl with the bleached hair.
Hair so stripped of its natural color that it was almost white.
She was the girl that always had bed head.
and colored eye shadow.
She wore silly little outfits that were vibrant with color.
Patterns so playful that you wished you could jump right in and play too.
She loved everyone. And everything.
She talked for hours and hours with anyone about anything.
Her whimsical body seemed to dance through the life she lived as if everyone should feel the same way.

I remember she used to fall in love at the drop of a hat.
She could make you giggle non-stop if you let her.
She had a love for words and she would use them against you if she felt she needed to.
Adrenaline was constant in her veins.
She never backed down.
She'd doodle for hours. And her poetry just flowed.
Everything was poetry to her. It was everywhere.
On her bathroom mirror. Her closet doors. Her books and binders.
Her clothes and shoes.

She was her poetry..
and the world was her canvas.

She never did like staying in one place..