Wednesday, September 30, 2009

Monica Ann Noonan

In grade school we were all going to be such good girls. We were all going to wait and keep all sorts of insides clean, pure and pink. But as I followed mine, she followed hers. Her curly blond beauty was split and my copper was rusted to ashy compartments. But we had both planned to be such good girls. All clean, pure and pink.

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