Snickers
The playful snick, snack snickering.
A small little bite, nibble, lick.
As if there was never bad blood between us.
We giggle, goggle, oggle.
Over boys, celebrities, gossip.
Braiding hair, painting toes, looking at love and woes.
Never letting the impending doom get between us.
The glue of fake nails drying fast now.
And as I look back now,
a tear falls down my cheek,
like that of rain pouring down upon the earth.
And I'd smile like the sun within the clouds.
The playful snick, snack, snickering.
All around me now.
Lost in memories of that of a clown.
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