Poetry, stories and other mutterings: Hair

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Friday, June 19, 2009

Hair

Brittle and fragile as a leaf, Fallen to the ground following A harsh, brisk autumn storm. The landscape now barren and desolate As a cup without water. Once soft and delicate, Now damaged over time and with the seasons. No longer carefree as a child – Running, chasing a ball, shouting, Playing –... Sign in to see full entry.

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