Her soul was a wild one
finding magic in late nights and sunrises.
finding reflection after a night of binge drinking, shots and shots
of peppery-fire tequila.
folding worries into paper airplanes and cast off love notes.
finding purpose in black morning coffee and chocolate sprinkle cupcakes.
She had the best stories, but girls who drink whiskey and strawberry
margaritas always do.
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