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Unlike any other day, I wasn't rigid today. I was breezy and free; bent wherever I wished to be. I've been wet, I've been greased; I've been lathered, I've been seized. I'm black, I'm brown; I'm also blonde: like a crown. I'm styled, different in each, and sometimes far for another's reach. I've my friends, young and old; They can be straight, or have twisted desires to uphold. Some of my friends leave my side; others go gray. Our roots are cruel; it ignores our cries. We may as well perish; if left dry. I get cut in half or quarter; in a fortnight or two. You'd assume I say put; I do not. I fear no pairs of steel; I'm not alone. I, am a forest of sable strings, zenith this body whole.
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Aug 16, 2025
Aug 16, 2025 at 11:15 AM UTC
As Immaculate As A Hair Strand
Unlike any other day, I wasn't rigid today. I was breezy and free; bent wherever I wished to be. I've been wet, I've been greased; I've been lathered, I've been seized. I'm black, I'm brown; I'm also blonde: like a crown. I'm styled, different in each, and sometimes far for another's reach. I've my friends, young and old; They can be straight, or have twisted desires to uphold. Some of my friends leave my side; others go gray. Our roots are cruel; it ignores our cries. We may as well perish; if left dry. I get cut in half or quarter; in a fortnight or two. You'd assume I say put; I do not. I fear no pairs of steel; I'm not alone. I, am a forest of sable strings, zenith this body whole.
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17/M/Nepal
Aug 16, 2025
Aug 16, 2025 at 11:15 AM UTC
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