Today…
She pretended to choose her wig
It didn’t have to fit
… over size of vain
just head shrunk pain
Italian locks of lustrous long …
Gone
She wasn’t about to stop meds (. stop) die
so she chose a pretty indigo and decided
… just to try
smiling with a Sigh...
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